My Walk Thru the City
Roaming thru a city
That was once my home
In no hurry, strutting out alone
Not looking for a pretty place sit
Always been comfortable
On steps with the grit
Grab myself a piece of
Convenience store fried chicken
Chill out listen
To passing urban rhythms
Factory driven cities
Have never been clean places
Jack Daniels nips dropped where they were drank
Tits sag in wife beaters
Worn to help with the stank
Cheap cigars hang on lips
Of wrinkled filled faces with no teeth
I am looking for a place
Where shaggy beards meet
I turn from the curb
Into a storefront art collaborative
Bob Marley sounds
Make the vibe attractive
JFK and Robin Williams images
Are hung are without complaint
Robin has earned his place
Among the tacky art saints
An ambulance siren echoes
On the marble stairs of library on the block
Where street smarts
And street art
Will be cool in a generation
Today they are the voices
Creating the conversation
Some are profound
Some meant to shock
A shop must sell 3 wheeled scooters because I saw two
One was an instant friend to a Harley
The other went to war with a pick up truck
The scooter, then the truck, spun U turns
Running and chasing
And shouting fuck you
All I could think is
What are they gonna do!
Hot pastrami sandwich from a kitchen RV
Ended my trip
Another meal ate on the curb
With the grit
I enjoyed my day
Hanging and moving in no particular way
Roaming thru a city
That was once my home
In no hurry, strutting out alone
Not looking for a pretty place sit
Always been comfortable
On steps with the grit
Grab myself a piece of
Convenience store fried chicken
Chill out listen
To passing urban rhythms
Factory driven cities
Have never been clean places
Jack Daniels nips dropped where they were drank
Tits sag in wife beaters
Worn to help with the stank
Cheap cigars hang on lips
Of wrinkled filled faces with no teeth
I am looking for a place
Where shaggy beards meet
I turn from the curb
Into a storefront art collaborative
Bob Marley sounds
Make the vibe attractive
JFK and Robin Williams images
Are hung are without complaint
Robin has earned his place
Among the tacky art saints
An ambulance siren echoes
On the marble stairs of library on the block
Where street smarts
And street art
Will be cool in a generation
Today they are the voices
Creating the conversation
Some are profound
Some meant to shock
A shop must sell 3 wheeled scooters because I saw two
One was an instant friend to a Harley
The other went to war with a pick up truck
The scooter, then the truck, spun U turns
Running and chasing
And shouting fuck you
All I could think is
What are they gonna do!
Hot pastrami sandwich from a kitchen RV
Ended my trip
Another meal ate on the curb
With the grit
I enjoyed my day
Hanging and moving in no particular way
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