I walk 2 hours at 1am.
This is a city I don’t know.
Living there for years, but then again.
I been told that I scare the homeless.
I never met a stranger on the streets in the night.
The strangers are out in the bright day light.
I been pull over walking once in the city.
I gotten pink eye walking in its wilderness.
My slip-on dress shoes cut my ankles, ow.
My white sport shoes got throw out for smelling awful.
My black trench coat kept the flood water out.
My hair gets flooded regardless.
The city I do know, provides no comfort.
A city so small I can’t walk anywhere.
I been cold enough to knit a scarf there.
I never was able to keep that woolen sailor coat free of cat fur.
A city where I prefer to ride in the flatbed.
A city where my car is impounded.
A city that my freaks and I try to create lines.
The city I love to visit but hate to stay.
The City where I tried to get away.
THE CITY where I wasted too much time.
(C) 2019