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.