Black dude bopped by
with a screaming
box bigger than his head
blaring out some noise
with a melody slightly
better than rush hour.
Two Puerto Rican chicks
in clashing stripes,
miniskirts
and knee sox walked past,
both plugged into the
same cassette player.
Somehow they managed
to be out of step.
The whole damn city,
so crowded,
seemed out
of step.
I walked on
alone.