Amid the colorless concrete walls
where no sunshine shadow falls

illuminated by incandescent moons
scribbled, scrawling graffitti runes

crumbling curbstones framing litter
beneath the marques' flashing glitter

a cigarette corpse, a cigar stub too
stains from country boys' tobacco chew

a styrofoam cup, an empty beer can
coffee-stained napkins tinted tan

torn drink tokes past their date
a fastfood wrapper, a paper plate

wrinkled Keno tickets - didn't win
all lifted in a helter-skelter spin

as wispy winds whip the gutter trash
across the pavement black ants dash

Now fewer gamblers brave the evening cold
for the elusive, falsely promised gold

blustery fall breezes choreograph
the Biggest Little City's summer epithaph.

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