BUILDING ON THE CORNER
Hundreds of cars passed by it everyday. The building had nothing to say.
The dreamers imagined a coffee shop behind the roll up door, putting a new jive name in the worn sign holder. Not sure how they would every use the back wing, but no matter
The Developers saw the building gone, a bare lot to build on. Permits, plans and profit danced in their minds.
The homeless man slept in the back wing hoping the traffic would die down.
Fate always patient just waited for time…