The streets are me

broken chains

of thought

in the company

of whistles and horns

a subway below

sidewalks of people

fishing for space

between crosswalks

while a guitar and sax

play songs for

quarters and dimes

all beneath

a sun and clouds

forming shade

and shadows

as the engine

is motion



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