Busy street
Your music beats
With a rhythm that flows so neat,
Traffic tight
Stop lights bright
How do people make home at night?
Buildings tall
Buildings small
Some only separated by a wall.
Noisy hums
Homeless bums
And reggae singers beating their drums.
Fumes in the air,
a pleasant stranger coughs in your face
And really don't care.
Plastic trees,
No fruits or leaves
I guess you lost fruit thieves!
Busy street
With my two left feet
I cannot dance to this beat.
