Wave

Stood outside a greasy cafe
the smell of sickly food fills my nostrils
skint, unable to eat
I smoke another rolled up cigarette
gazing into the gaps between moving cars.
A silver BMW fills my vision
and a young black girl smiles at me from the back seat
her innocence amazes me
as she waves a pale palm in my direction
not knowing the hurt I have caused
or the dark alleyways I have stumbled down
so I smile back at her and wave
with my dirty nicotine fingers
until the beamer fills my world with dust
and she is gone