The long distance runner
Silently racing through the park, his shoes gliding in the mud In the morning his breath forming like miniature clouds Listening to an old record of The Message in his earphones, Lonely he runs, not hearing the cars jamming the streets Ignoring the cold, rainy winter weather, he hums along The song by Nas remind shim of other times, his gangsta days On the grass the night dew shines, he’s ready for the day Ending his routine, he leaves the park with a smile.
in memory of A. Sillitoe, author of The Loneliness Of The Long Distance Runner
in memory of A. Sillitoe, author of The Loneliness Of The Long Distance Runner
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