city life poems

I love linen
Lemonade even more
Hot day in the city
It beholds all that summer is
Languid and humid
With a gentle breeze to cool
The wrinkles complete the story
Move slow
Wear shades
Float

Some cities never belong to us or
We to them, despite having lived
for decades on those twisted streets.
Like a loveless marriage, you tend to spend time
sans being aware of the changing seasons.
The years leave no marks
and then comes a time to snap the link.
Goodbye.
Another unknown journey begins.
We all are hobos
in search eternal
for a home of our own.
And post-modern vagabonds beneath
our designer suits
only hopping from one place to another.

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Met an old friend last night
Pub up the street
Happy hour
All beers and wine $2.00 off
Pretty good deal
Had a couple of pints
Left Hand Milk Stout
The older crowd comes early
Not to mix
Cheaper spirits and good food
Monday night
Chicken wings 50 cents each
Front windows open
Humid out
AC inside
Moody mix of weather
No match
Vibe good
Laughs with friend
We sit at the bar
He has bangers and mash
I have the chicken club and fries
Gotta do this more often
Get a dark beer buzz
Laugh
Relax
New York City
Monday night
Hanging like the old days
Nothing beats the pub
Slice of life