skyline emerging

his three teeth sparkle silver while
behind him the dome is foiled in gold.
he jiggles an empty cup
and men pass by with black lacquered shoes.
steam rises through a dull grate,
robins dart among the new blossoms,
and a quarter drops into the empty paper vessel.
underneath the subway squeals and
he notices the ache in his ankles
while two women debate whether it should be
latte or cappuccino
today.