Desire

The sun Blowing the moon away Lights me up for One more day The streets are naked In the morning sun The night lifts behind me I run and run Morning heat Puts a thin film of sweat on my face A little man, his eyes half closed Puts chairs on tables Admires his work And collects a quarter from the floor I head over to Broadway Where I watch myself Having a slow breakfast Trying to impress the barman with a fresh voice When I ask for the bill