In Brooklyn where the young souls breathe
Stiff leather shoes polished under their feet
Hair stiff and trimmed
High heels polished and thin
Put holes in Brooklyn sidewalks
Guitars clasp loosely to curved shoulders
Meetings brief interactions pass
Conversations weave from music to politic
The hectic city life traded for slower passings
A salty falls breeze slowly rustles through the tinder Brooklyn trees
The taco stand sends an SOS of smoke
Billowing into the faces of potential patrons
Becoming them to get in line and do the same
The skyline fades as the sun resets the evening skyline
Saving my way through Brooklyn
Pinching dimes
Never a moment will there be still
As the Brooklyn trees shake
Leaves on the streets
The feet break these leaves
With every stride taken
Looking to the skies filled with a grey heather satin
On the streets just east of Manhattan