All Seems Like Yesterday
Yesterday, I saw you and me
[But younger than yesterday]
Between high rises
Lamp posts gleamed
Streets like maze
At nine o'clock Friday night
In SF [not lost]
It just happened
No moon, no stars
In the room of strangers
Eyes talked their language
As young as other feet, our feet
Stomping on the dance floor
Of Donna Summer's beat
Till it died at 2AM
And the myth of coffee
Past alcohol spun you and me
The sun escaped
The next song
If only Ray Charles saw
The wonderful world
Of two Asians in a Beetle
Speeding from SF to Sin City
As hopefuls crossing fingers
For that six and below,
The bankers' dead cards
We're high-fiving in the air
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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