a sun drenched day
at the end of August
but he’s wearing blue long sleeves and pants
you shake his hand formally
ask him where he wants to go
he signals coffee in a downtown café
so you walk the bustle and heat
he’s swinging his arms
in a cool saunter
until you enter relief of air
chrome and leather cafe
he wants to talk New York
how it all works in a kind of rhythm
of taxis and sky scrapers and lights and restaurants and parks and people walking
and how everybody can find a place there
and how it’s important to think cool
even on a hot city summer day
and you nod your head in a steady rhythm
of content agreement
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