I sit here
On a concrete block
On the floor
Outside a hospital

In the scorching heat
Under an unforgiving sun
With a cigarette
With my thoughts

Eating sand
Shedding tears
Holding on
But letting go

In my tie
Buttoned shirt
Leather shoes
Chino pants

Here with company
Not alone
A Bangladeshi man
Is washing cars

He is dirty
He is poor
He is happy
He is

We share a cigarette
And a look
Share some time
And the sun

Another day
Another verse
Another car
Another cigarette

We are different
We are the same
We are alone
We are together

Don’t speak
Just be
In the now
Under the sun