Madison Avenue
I'm led by the clouds of NUTS
4 NUTS smoke
Sweet and charred like an
Old car
Antifreeze?
The warmth from the grates
I am always nauseous in Midtown
And I love it
It's always winter there
There's always at least one man
In a fleece vest and stiff
Pants smoking a cigarette
Too fast
His silver glasses and
Cell phone stuck to his face
Gleaming
It's always black outside
With the starry
Sidewalk
I never remember which
Way is north either
