By Sarah, CoffeeGal22@aol.com
Date: 20 December 2000

Still

Still

Everything down on Division is still the
same at night when they lock the doors.
They still stumble over drunk bums
who stumble out of the alleys,
they still step up and down off the curb
because the sidewalks are still
roped-off lines to the bars (and of course
sometimes they still go in the bars).
The smell of fifty-cent tequila shots
still hangs in the hot fog that
hangs above the drains,
and high above the car horns and the sirens
the street signs still ratlle when
the subway rips south underneath.

A lot of them still recognize me.
Some still want to stop and talk,
but I just brush past into the crowds
that still crowd the stairs down to the train.
I was nicer then but still so were you.
I left when the place started falling apart,
I said the walls were caving in around us
and they still couldn't understand that you
left and took the whole foundation with you...
still I don't wonder about this "now"
because wonder is something that catches you
standing still and it got me last time
because I still haven't found you.
So I just keeping moving right onto the train.
I still board the fourth car in case you still might.