Two Cities

I used to walk down Market Street
My coattails flapping in the wind.
The electric lights were my halo
And the city rolled at my feet
As her breath
Caressed
My fingertips and my cheek.
But that was
Years ago
And miles away.
And now I
Roll down Booone
And dodge the potholes
On MLK.
And this city's breath -
It is no kiss.
At least,
Not that I've felt yet.