beneath the precast concrete high rises clad with multi colored panels
sitting at the punk bar on cedar avenue
dudes with safety pins in their glasses
and girls covered with their serious tattoos
that mean be sharp to what i’m telling you
and the hand drawn patches pinned on eisenhower jackets
and the jukebox full of punk rock songs
being fed constantly with dollar bills
that song that song
i suddenly remember jawbreaker being played loud from a friend’s car stereo
as we skateboarded through an empty parking garage
while it echoed through the forest of concrete
as now years later i silently sing along
beneath the precast concrete high rises full of immigrant families
out front of the punk bar on cedar avenue
teenage somali girls walking by laughing
covered in their hijabs
heat flow 