DLEJ - Flour on My Sleeve

Walk it slow; 9 more blocks and the rain won't let go.
Puddles hold the streetlamps upside down,
Somebody's radio hums to a cracked windowpane.
Some song from my mother's village that I can't name,
And my shoe's soaking through, and I don't complain.
I dig my hand down deep, coins on a folded bill,