dirty streets 

It’s a losing battle in a noisy city

and tiny places ground me

encompass my needs

direct my attention

to three tables instead of fifty.

I am a bohemian and high class

haughtiness bores my wallet.

I care naught for fancy shmancy

I prefer tiny corners

holes in the wall

that no one knows exists

except me.

It’s my secret.

You are the only one

that knows now,

so you may look out of place

and I may look comfortable

but getting out of our skin

and comfort zone

creates art.


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