the dark streets
the closed shops
even the cats gone
just a solitary dog
asleep in a doorway
this is how it begins
the new year
morning walk
6:30 Friday morning on Bahariye Caddesi, Moda
he sits
straddling his bench
like some Turkish cowboy
still drunk come morning
singing a song
he learned
during his school days
long since faded
except from his heart