Hanging On

Hanging at the corner of the street,
cigarette hanging out my mouth,
eyes hanging open and stinging.

Someone is playing the saxophone badly,
notes farting out of an open window,
the half formed song hangs in the sky.

Autumn hangs in waiting close by.
I am hanging on its every word,
waiting to make a decision.

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