the heat
and the wind
water coming down my legs
behind my knees
my holy knees
beers in the summer night
broken tiles on the sidewalk
dusty fences
the smell of old buses
the heat of old buses and the smell of hot air
huge green trees iluminated
white paint on the asphalt
birds singing way too early
polaroids of stillness
the sound of the waving train
the tremble of the floors while it passes by
this city never sleeps
why should I?