It’s a morning like no other
Cold coffee smelling up the streets
Commuters smelling up the streets
There’s dew on both sides of the glass and with the way we are working
it’s bound to get even crazier than that
The bus went by, but only on the wheels on its right side, tilted, bicycles advancing under it,
pedestrians making a run for it –  hoping to cut a few minutes of their load, heavy, heavy
on their backs
I found myself limping as I came across sights of vigor
These mornings leave you feeling dry on the inside if you are prone.
I saw him on the roof, king of the morning, reveling in the cold wind,
He knows just why this morning is like no other
Let me know
Dressed in white with a beak for every occasion, if only I could take note
I was thinking about what might be going through his mind
I wondered what went through mine