In The Street

In the street
people on their way,
in the street-life of the street all day.
Cigarette in hand, I hold it there.
I look down to see where the self ends
and here begins all of everywhere.

The girls go about
think about the boys all the time.

I saw one earlier on
She’s had loads, they say,
She’s caused plenty,
me being one.
I hear those leaving steps gone behind me
A taxi swings past the coffee shops and away.