Thursday, May 6, 2010

sketchbook: quicky b4 I head out.

Sweltering funk of the city rises with sunrise.
Steaming thoughts of aspirations slip off
the neck of my lover
and then quiet preparation for the day.
NYC, I love you babe, even if you got nothing on Detroit.

1 comment:

the walking man said...

No place has anything on Detroit, as a matter of truth Detroit never has anything on.