it was the type of day
where you roll around
blasting hip hop
with the windows down,
and just handle it
like a gangster.
but days change;
you can have a million emotions
in just 24 hours...
and even gangsters'
air conditioners sometimes
get clogged.
from the beach
to the bathroom,
and parking lots galore,
what's the average amount
of changes in emotion
a human feels in a day?
I spoke to my cousin
and cried in the parking lot
of a Whole Foods.
New York is set in October stone,
so add excitement and impatience
to the count of six hundred and sixty five.
in another parking lot,
I pull over to pen a poem
about love and as luck would have it,
love decided to FaceTime me;
she is full of surprises
and I can't stay mad at her face.
sometimes days are too long,
sometimes nights are too bright,
but if I am proof of anything
it's not giving up with the help
of Big L and Nas and GZA,
losing my head for a little to let go.