sparr0w
04-27-2008, 06:34 PM
Sitting here in the doorway
of an empty building on Fifth Avenue
between sixth and seventh street
reading a book
by some other *******.
At least he wasn't pretentious;
I can handle *******s.
People will show up,
maybee in an hour, maybee two.
A church bell rings
and echoes down seventh street
like before a duel in some old western.
I smoke a cigarette and wonder
when these people will show up.
People don't have duels anymore.
Not here.
No, here they breed cowards
who kill ice cream men
for fifty dollars in change
and talk behind each others backs.
If they're supposed to be a gang,
then why do I always see them walking alone-
And when will these people show up?
...And then one does, with her daughter,
and starts a friendly conversation with me
right off the bat.
Her openness startles me...
And intrigues me,
but mostly startles me.
More people...
Crap.
Why do I feel so awkward around these people?
These people whom I was sitting outside waiting for?
The church bell rings again...
It was only an hour.
The meeting is starting.
People talk and laugh and exchange wisdom
and the bell rings again.
Another hour.
I'm glad I wore sandals today.
of an empty building on Fifth Avenue
between sixth and seventh street
reading a book
by some other *******.
At least he wasn't pretentious;
I can handle *******s.
People will show up,
maybee in an hour, maybee two.
A church bell rings
and echoes down seventh street
like before a duel in some old western.
I smoke a cigarette and wonder
when these people will show up.
People don't have duels anymore.
Not here.
No, here they breed cowards
who kill ice cream men
for fifty dollars in change
and talk behind each others backs.
If they're supposed to be a gang,
then why do I always see them walking alone-
And when will these people show up?
...And then one does, with her daughter,
and starts a friendly conversation with me
right off the bat.
Her openness startles me...
And intrigues me,
but mostly startles me.
More people...
Crap.
Why do I feel so awkward around these people?
These people whom I was sitting outside waiting for?
The church bell rings again...
It was only an hour.
The meeting is starting.
People talk and laugh and exchange wisdom
and the bell rings again.
Another hour.
I'm glad I wore sandals today.