October, In Steel Blue

Outside, against the grind
I fell towards the wall
Leaning on my denim,
present

Black cords, docs - makeup
My brand

Unwittingly playing vigilante with the street noise
I pretend to be warm to seem cool in the cold.

I steal a glance - dating time
As impatience is my virtue
Touching on ethics - I've embraced

Hot drinks bring out the Yankee in both of us.
Though nostalgia is a dish best served tepid,
So we sat on the patio.

Losing the conversation in piercing vision
I notice the contacts -

My phoning it in came at the tale's end
A walk to state,
"This was fun, but I needs must retire."