waves roar forth
from that famous highway of hopes
misshapen stairs and mistaken steps
strewn with soleless shoes
a smattering
a splattering
of sacrifice
and sanctity
on the closed
and holy doors.
waves roar forth
they roll
done-in
left without-
wanting and waiting
having little faith left
those bold whom
dare to shoulder hope
beaconed by the shining city
seething jazz sardonic
washed up on the shore
without record
faceless
and traceless
feckless
and nameless