i put on my bob dylan hat
and step out onto the streets of the village,
well aware of the heat
but not caring.
i'm absorbing concrete
and car horns
(it doesn't cool at night-
sponge buildings soaking up sun all day
wringing themselves out at night,
red-hot rivers of cooling metal)
there are people taking pictures
and people balancing cats on their heads
and people finding shade in the subway.
it's this kind of day
that makes you want to take off
everything you have on
and jump into harlem meer
but i've got on my bob dylan hat
pretending to stay cool
but not staying cool
at all.
maybe we should go to the beach again?
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