Shoutout to anyone
who can land from a flight
and go immediately to work,
because I am exhausted.
I had a meeting on Clinton Street,
between Walt Whitman's
and Biggie's Brooklyn.
At the corner of Atlantic,
I grabbed a coffee,
and fled for my life
because she lives around here.
At the closed library
on the corner of Union,
I sabotaged myself
but somehow saved the day.
The person approved
my idea for the poetry section
to be renovated this summer
which means I will be here more.
On the corner of my history,
there is me and my past,
but I am more concerned
with Melvil Dewey and the future.