Walking round,
The dusty streets of downtown,
Eyes grabbed
Car nabbed,
Pulled to watch by sirens sound,
Flashing lights
In the night,
Another bust going down,
A drunk clown.

Cans cascaded out the door,
Bourbon bottles on the floor,
Then he denied the drinking
What the heck was he thinking,
A little late to say no,
With spills on his shirt that show,
The police got out their chalk,
To let the clown try to walk
The very nice yellow line,
To sobriety define,
If sober easily done,
But he decided to run,
Not that he got very far
Colliding with a parked car,
The police didn’t laugh at all,
Loaded him up for the haul,
Took the clown to the lock down,
Called for the car to impound,
Then they saw me in darkness
Asked me if I would witness.

To chance view,
Sometimes it’s what you do
In a glance
Happenstance
And seen by only a few,
To witness
In darkness,
Events casual imbue
By a view.