cold red brick streets after dark and pretentious coffee house dwellers and the cold wind blowing about my new haircut so it doesnt look right my arms chilled, waiting a jacket that i neglected to bring, seeing how lo9ng i can hold my bladder as we find one shop after another closed, we jaywalk and pass by shady figures nodding and smiling without fear, wondering where all the prostitutes are, laughing, how long has the car been in that two hour parking spot, dark sky and christmas lights in the trees lighting our path, the night air so beautiful fo light so free, i trip on the brick sidewalk, no one saw that right, and we walk along forever