6.14.2008

In Transit

Twenty-seven peddling two wheels north
as opposed to four just because
zero to thirty-six
block, its nice out
finally.

I bear witness 
to a fire red red head shouting (both sides) at no one
pulling at that hair, wearing white leggings
you think I care?
well someone should care!

Going there
to keg beer and stogie smoke and stripper talk and poker loss
I follow a girl down Damen
with a side pony-tail and striped blouse
as I try to keep up.

Coming home
Luke Skywalker waves a cigarette light saber on the side walk
while rival Latins break bottles at each other
and the girl in white asks if I'm okay 
when I say be careful
in passing. 

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