Seventh Avenue

by practicalspactical

I’m riding a bike down Seventh Avenue, against traffic.
Along the sidewalks, girls in white dresses walk and talk,
with dogs and boys and shopping bags.

To my right is water, brick buildings to my left
the ride is like a song – it keeps happening
I enjoy the view while I can
One minute later and its gone, replaced

In the evenings, I tell jokes uptown
Long and complicated jokes about Wittgenstein
and Nietzche – I leap tall buildings in a single bound –

Lately, I’ve been learning how to yo-yo, yo-yo,
makes it easier to walk the dog.

And when I ride my bike on Seventh Avenue,
I where an American flag on the back of my back
but instead of stars, it says
If you can read this, you’re too close