I lose myself on the way back to alphabet city
as the air grows hollower and colder
I run from the night and my too-full mind
between bowery and lafayette
the smell of cigarettes reminds me of cologne
jaywalking without glancing left and right
knowing the timing of the traffic and the lights
I used to hate going unnoticed
but now I float down the avenues
like a waking dream you can’t remember
letting the darker pavements of the alphabets
swallow my silhouette