Saturday, May 1, 2010

5:30 AM

5:30 AM.

A cup of joe and key on the countertop next to it, the sidewalk is silent. No stroller moms, Chinese delivery food guys, the hipsters are still asleep, it’s all mine.

Hamilton Ave., streaming green lights, the sidewalks offer up vivid bouquets. The ocean is stirring close by. Exhaust fumes, 10 dollar cologne, everything bagels will be up soon.

Window shopping for mansions when I should be asleep. No one to take exception, to lure me back to bed, I can’t imagine what that person would look like, would smell like, its just 5:30 and me, we should do this again soon.