Passing By Passersby Approaching
with my stroll
the corner
which I will round
onto Cornelia Street
to the café
where the mic is open

I am late
as usual
walking brisk
my open jacket
with my notebooks in the side pocket
swings out.

And as I try to cut through to the side of two pedestrians,
I graze them
as I pass,
after all, it's New York City.

"Damn! Slow down!
What’s the hurry!
Hope you get where you goin’ so fast
shit, better stop bumping into people
or someone gonna kill yo ass!"

after all, it's New York City.