A Life of Wonder

It never rains here. At any moment it looks like will start. The city awakens when the neons lights are seen. The faceless women walks by me again. I am awake. I’ve pinched myself twice, thrice. I am fully alert: jazz in my head, in my heart & hands, moving my feet with a beat. Song everywhere now: horns, steam, pigeon’s feet slap the sidewalk like angry spatulas. The faceless woman winks at me. She’s better dressed than me. Motels taunt lovers with no vacancy signs. The subway will never take you this far.