Walking Down 16th Street 

Bourbon lying in esophagus
Drunken chatter, scent of frying meat
Filling the air
Chatter of a million
Stumbling, hugging, whining
They smoke cigarettes
Lungs dispersing like their sticks

Is it fate?
To find nothing
In a new city

(San Francisco, California)

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