Friday, February 20, 2004
San Francisco, you only have 5 stars in your sky.
Your lit up buildings make up for the lacking galaxies above.
The constant buzz of the city is intoxicating.
Woke up to buses busing, policemen policing, garbage trucks trucking and people walking.
So many people, so close together, yet everyone appears to be lonely.
People to busy to look you in the eye, to involved in their own world to share a smile.
Coffee and bagle at little coffee house, watching the city people moving accord. Crazy man wandering, friendly conversation with stranger, dirty look because of my parking.
Hills no one likes to climb with out purpose. I stood on top of one, out of breath, only to find I parked elsewhere.
Friends together for short while, celebrating with a cold beer and horribly played pool, goodbyes always a little awkward.
Your lit up buildings make up for the lacking galaxies above.
The constant buzz of the city is intoxicating.
Woke up to buses busing, policemen policing, garbage trucks trucking and people walking.
So many people, so close together, yet everyone appears to be lonely.
People to busy to look you in the eye, to involved in their own world to share a smile.
Coffee and bagle at little coffee house, watching the city people moving accord. Crazy man wandering, friendly conversation with stranger, dirty look because of my parking.
Hills no one likes to climb with out purpose. I stood on top of one, out of breath, only to find I parked elsewhere.
Friends together for short while, celebrating with a cold beer and horribly played pool, goodbyes always a little awkward.
