Somewhat Bleecker Street

Greenwich and Chungking and Johnny’s got a girlfriend
Dumb blonde in loose pants, too big to be Miss America. We wave hello
It’s here, even in the rain: the heart, the heart, the simple spin
The audacity of colors and heat fucking up from the sidewalks
If you strut, if you wear pretty slippers, see how hard your feet can get
shakes me up four flights and I don’t feel like peeking in
The lavish halo, innocence in parentheses
Inside me, five girls shout in Italian, wanting life to be one long vacation