Morning Metaphor

Morning Metaphor
heavy breathing hippie style in santamonica,
pad torn lavish ghetto hangs his coat,
On antiquity, the wooden stand in a corner,
Window breeze open to palm treess swaying,
Sunset Blvd, overlooks glass pipes burning,
aND inbetween anthologies he takes a glance, silent,
Shakespeare's walk talks beneath dawn light,
While he smacks after shave cool,
In morning metaphor.