we run and run
through the spotlights
under the street lamps
and the trials of what is yet to come.
you and i have gone a long way:
you were there when the girl who
first stole my heart
had shared a milkshake on
red leather seats,
and when the same girl left
without me
after paying her bill.
the night is young,
our neighbors are nowhere but in the land
that their heads paint as they sleep;
you and i become artists of the sidewalks and
the rough concrete.
we leave our mark.
"long live the thieves of the street."