When this hotel

Is your home,

This sidewalk

Is your porch.

And on this day when

Smoke

Hangs in the discolored

Air

The stalled cars vibrating (humming)

In late September heat

Are a mess of dogs

Urinating sweat and gasoline

Onto your lawn.

When they sit, you

Shuffle noisily past

The muzzled (muffled) lot,

You greet your neighbors on the other side.

Your small talk burns the afternoon.