While I roll us cigerettes
You make us Coffee
Crawl out to the fireescape
we take a seat
to watch the world go around us.
Taxi cabs and limo riders will pass below us
the dirty gray pigeons will pass above us
the brakes squeeling and the horns honking
will ever reverberate between the red bricked buildings
the chitter chatters of the neighbors below talk about the wars of economic justice
we both feel the ambiance of the chaos
while the place glows orange to dark mid of night.
Good night. We end the night in bed.