Broke down
below downtown
on the ramp going down
in the fast lane
Pushed past lightning traffic & headlights
in four or five lanes
flashing dead between vertical concrete walls
the carbon monoxide
Vapor heavy in the air
a few hip young brothers offer help
but their help is not my help
Here above 51st street
where the city in never soft
and the ivy is losing
On the walls
I must now climb.
A few cholos and lost peoples of the city offer help
but their help is not my help
if only that I wouldn't waste their time,
if only that I myself wouldn't mind being lost
in the city awhile
wouldn't mind
the rain awhile
wouldn't mind
knowing what it's really like