City Streets Poem by Wamii Flyer

Across the car swamped street
Between the dull and opaque rain clouds
Is a man
Blanketed in a very dark shade of lavender
Head illuminated by a street lamp
His presence overwhelms most
Holding what looks to be a romance novel in hand

He takes a peek away from the lustful pages
Searching around in ponds formed around wet sidewalks
Sighing, he blows a weary cigarette smoke
His coat soaking wet, he gestures for a cab

The screeching tires of a bright yellow taxi come into perspective
Averting his attention from the damp and passionate book
Cigarette ashes splash around as he takes a step forward
Brown leather boots reflect the gold automobile

I begin to wipe my glasses as the car leaves in a hurry
City life, what scenery to witness

Colorful clothes hid underneath black umbrellas
Background chattering mixed in with car honks

Adjusting my clothes, I take daring steps into this shady alleyway
That's the only way to the back of the concert hall
Ticket prices are off the roof these days
My desperateness is quite pathetic
Though, sneaking in should be a piece of cake
Especially with no one monitoring any of the filthy alleyway cameras

Crawling through some old boxes, I make it in, just barely
Soft jazz drowns out the loud rain
Hanging my wet jacket over the seat, I let out a sigh
Quiet drums blended with a guiding saxophone is rather pleasing
It removes any tension leftover from an unbearable 9-5 job

After checking other seats next to me
I throw my head back and start daydreaming
Although imaginative worlds are priceless
Wet city streets showcasing their flashy self
It's arguably better than any fantasy

''Hey, isn't the vocalist the same guy I saw on the street a few minutes ago? How'd he get here so fast? Weird...''