The lucky ones who can afford homes
old beats and hippies
who bought when this
was a hip bohemian Valhalla,
in the 50’s & 60’s.
Now minimum wage workers
pay exorbitant rent
for postage stamp apartments,
enrich slum landlords
who refuse to maintain
The homeless panhandle at stoplights,
seek shelter in public library,
post office, under store marquees.
They sprawl upon margins of beach,
greet tourists entering Fisherman’s Wharf,
squat on land they will never own,
sleep exposed to frost, wind and rain.