Just passing through

You see,

under the surface

a lot is crashing

pretend zen

carried around like all your

hotel pens

And the room cards you keep

to remember the bed

you barely did sleep

there was a magic

to be had in the city

better get it now

while you’re not old

and still pretty

roaming the streets

strutting real spiffy

hidden are addictions

when you walk with such conviction

never quite invisible

but projecting the invincible

You know for a few more days

You can create the image

Instead of taking the picture

Enjoy your stay

You are the world’s

favorite mixer