harlem.

this morning,
this afternoon rather,
i sip on coffee the same way that i always sip on coffee.
this morning, though,
i sit perched in harlem overlooking broadway and 137th
and there's a baby here.

last night, i drove into manhattan from queens,
looking at the skyline,
it was shining and greeting me.
millions of people, greeting me.

and in my bed that night, on the sixth floor in harlem,
lying next to my best friend.
and i wept loud,
drawn out,
bitter tears -
lonelier that i'd been in a long time.