in the tight red and black dress
stands waiting with her umbrella
A bum sings across the street
about lovers and lust then
passes out mumbling about
how he lost his wallet
The man in the rainbow hat
spits fire and ash through
his bullhorn at locals and
tourist
The biscuit place smells
warm and has a line around
the block and I can't stop
because I'm late for work
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