while navigating a Cliff Bar
with my mouth, no hands,
because I didn't have time
for breakfast before
bolting for Port Authority
to get the hell outta here
for a spell or more.
Saw someone that looked
like her, but with red hair,
while The Stone Roses
were singing in my ear
about sea lemons and such,
as if I needed a reminder.
I am never present,
and everyone outcome
is a come down,
but what's the difference
between Mexican food
and Cuban food?
Lord have mercy
on my rough and rowdy days,
how stupid of me
to forget how far I've come
just because I still have
far to go.