They keep looking at me.
They keep trying.
They keep intentionally doing what they do
and why should I say no?
They have power.
They have beauty.
They get what they want with what they have to work with.

I try to be a gentleman,
try to be respectful,
try to just do my job,
try to be friendly, move along, go home.

Then another skirt.
Then another bra-less tank top.
Then more wavy hair, dark skin.
Then another perfect scent of feminine olfactory stimulation.

I really am a good guy.
I really am a gentleman.
I really am respectful, valiant, well-intentioned.

But, damn…
Summer in New York…
and they keep looking at me…

af

(written with pen on paper in my local coffee spot)