A Hero is a manifest of all life’s little wonders,
Stroking the aftermath of a job well done,
Gleaming hair filled with too much gel,
Shadows walk past the brick as
a rain drop traces down the window pane.
He is in charge of his thoughts.
He lights a cigarette and spills coffee on his jeans.
The job was supposed to be the getaway.
The riverboat leading to smooth sailing.
People always cross the road too quickly,
Clouds burst and suddenly he is without the monkey on his back.
Shattering the visions of the Faye Raye movie in his mind.
Destiny ropes him in and he is walking down Chester Ave.
Looking for the business he read about in the paper.
Pay increase and mood change.
He refuses to wear a suit. He assumes the job is his.
Until he meets the big guy with the smelly cigar in his mouth.
The Hero thinks it’s in the bag.
He feels a wedgy and without modesty
picks the underwear out of the crack of his ass.
The big man is not impressed.
Looks like Galucci’s is on the lunch menu today.
Got to get a sandwich and some bread for home.
Heroes are not welcome near the square.
RTA passes him by.
Another hitchhiker along Gotham City.
The Hero has to thumb it.
Big mistake to wear jeans,
forget the monkey,
skip the river boat.
Screw the clouds.
The Hero goes home.
Illussioned with the city.
Disillusioned with his life.
Cleveland Ohio is an underappreciated gem on the coast of Lake Erie.