Manhattan Island

Down the avenue I go- Soulful and slow To the drum of a Manhattan beat In worn out jeans Passed money machines Between sugar highs And poverty lows... Express couriers- Express benefits Expressing through traffic -'tick, tick' Attractive expressions Seemingly breath The herbal remedy-whoa... The sixties split... Inching on my waste-post-haste! I don't even know her, all I said Marathon's food wars seize my head Testing the endurance Of last mistakes... Tights with ladders- Air conditioned toes Numbering the steps From east third street, Cellophane wrappers Hold twelve red roses, Holy pointed shoes- Batman-I am it! Express to nowhere This northbound train Is going express to central But actually to nowhere... Thoughts jerking along Opposite maddening unavoidable Stares of passengers Hopelessly fixed to one spot Until the chapter destination Is read-but not heard... There-shuffling out Pressing against coats Of anonymous backs... And winding a familiar path Of possibilities Out of the subway... COPY WRITE©2009