I stall on the corner by St. Catherines
Tedium releases with the calming breeze
Ten o’clock, a Saturday night
The waking city flares with activity
Unquenchable spirits cruise past in luxury vehicles
Young men grouped in black ties and pretty hair, wait for
the crossing sign
Laughter fills my ears, as I picture their night
Drinks pour from chrome canisters
Music loops from hidden speakers adding to the colourful
scene
Women with luscious lips take easy sips from martini
glasses
Their youth entrances me, tickling my minds eye
I take a drag of my smoke trying not to choke on my lust
Jelled spiky looks and crisp white shirts
Dollar shined loafers and sparkle mined wrist watches
With a cohesive saunter they depart at the signal
Leaving me and my form.
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