Typical Trench Coat: A Poem

Steadily down a crowded city sidewalk

Dull black shoes support the coat

While a polished oaken cane clicks a rhythm

They are everywhere, coat, shoes, cane

Filling a stereotype

They work

Receive a wage

Then saunter to a one room apartment

Waiting for another sunrise of labor

Content is the coat

Imprisoned with debt and credit

Which rivals his wage

In the red, as the rest

The coat is content

Twenty and five glorifications of this pass

Until the coat's bare form lies in the earth

He asks the unseen sun

Why he could not have understood sooner

For finally he is one with his self