New York; A State of Being
Bleary eyed
''coffee, make that to go''
keep up
don't loose pace
going uptown
grab that cab
take a sip
gets you where
you got to go
walking fast
feel the beat
concrete slaps
beneath your feet
brand new shoes
click and burn
worth every pinch
just to make men's
heads turn
they check you out
baby, you got heat
smiling from within
you milk it while you go
bling it right up
'cause, no zippo lighter
is going to shine
that kind of light-
so dive in deeper
slap it to the end
even if it looks like rain.
Copyright ©2008
poem by Adryan Rotica
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