The Concrete City
Kevin Calaguiro
Coffee
Cigarette
Breakfast of champions
I wish the sun would warm
This desolate concrete city
Where trees are a luxury
And taxicabs flourish
With the wind on my neck
We play our roles in the city
The student
The doctor
The homeless man
The mother
The whore
No room
I am sitting in a pool of academics
Waiting to let it out
Holding it in
Like a child who has to pee
Foolish Quaalude
Swimming in this sea
The concrete city
Feel the fingertips that mollify
Adagio music over skin
Falling soft the to taste
Releasing the dead fish
And watching them flop on the streetscape
In the concrete city
Fingers
Hands
Holding it out
Hoping
I can hear the voices again
I can see the signs again
Please sir
Won't you see me
Play our song to the city
Two acoustic guitars
Like harmony to a voice
Play it out
In the concrete city
While taxicabs bring home
The doctors
The lawyers
The whores to hotels
And watch it turn my blue to black
