the downtown life;
bike,
bus,
people;
this traffic.
concrete jungle summer,
new-comers and city lovers.
the space betwixt is a waiting room for action:
excitement for concern,
mini-skirts, excrement,
and trash abandoned.
business casual, with cash they flirt,
although beggars with signs ask first.
there is always art, music, and thought to sell.
waiting is the pedestrian,
some adventure sought:
tourist; look at the mess we’re in!
bus-stop theatre, a show free of cost.
completely and utterly lost,
sticking out like sore thumb,
mind numbed.
through structures which shoot into the heavens;
box shaped, corporate; of consequence.
hotter than hell,
clothes transforming to shells.
spells, smells, and potions.
beyond tables,
the chairs,
the patrons,
and buzzing busy waiters and waitresses.
past signs,
commotion-
emotion,
causing big eyes-
knowing,
coursing
breathing
bleeding;
witness,
downtown alive.
