cold little mysterious devil man of midnight

coldest
night of 2003
and
he pedals around
in his thin
jacket
like

he
has some arrangement with frost
we don't know about ..

no socks on,
the shoes are barely ties,
small flimsy had on head
and
he hustles up the street
and down the sidewalk
as
though he has been told all of it and there's nothing
more
to
be known about ..

fuckin' probably has
the heat figured out too,
as
I sit here in the second floor of this Dr. Suess home
on the corner
and
look down into the cold gales,
winds
and
javelin jive
of tonight

and
know
that
the man who has
a
deal with
the
cold

is much
more
dangerous
than

the guy who has a deal with
the
heat,
we
have heard about this guy that loves it hot,
but
what about the guy who loves it cold ..

he can take more,
has more
and
we couldn't even ponder how the fuck
he
came to this

point
where
he
made

such a robust deal to be one with the cold ..

the man
with no socks,
and
the
temperature is dropping

even
now

to his
midnight walk's delight ..