Standard Depreciation

The radiator split its lip

to give the street a sudden sip

of scalding green. The light stayed red.

I watched the steam go overhead

like someone’s ghost, or maybe just

another grand turned into rust.

The rain is washing out the day.

I’ve got the debt and cannot pay.

Below the grill, a peacock hue

is bleeding out into the blue.

An oily circle in the drain.

The cost of being here again.