I left my heart in the District of Columbia
It's where I last found love
It's the last place I left my heart

With someone special
With the city

I left my heart in the District of Columbia
It's the last I knew of love
The kind that warmed your soul

Kept you warm
Woke you up

I left my heart in the District of Columbia
It was a silly love
One that sincerely stole my attention

Left me speechless
Gave me hope

I left my heart in the District of Columbia
I pray I get it returns to its home
I pray I return to the place that stole my heart from me

Asphault rats                             Lonely suits
guide longing                            snug tightly
hungry beasts                            around cigarette
under bridges                            smoke hidden
through afterglow                    under ******
oceans rippling                         Ivy League
snarling hoods                         fraternity paddels
through tunnels                       slapping clean
leaving subway                        bruised-white
cars lonely                                old-money *****
trudging aimless                     walking tall
after some                                through window
fortune here                             lookouts of
in S.E                                        shining N.W
corners D.C.                            sidewalks D.C

My baby is back from Washington

But my heart is no longer intact

One is his;the other belongs to Luis

Oh, How could I?

Luis is prudent, you are a dreamer

Luis is younger, you are older

Luis is sincere, you are shy

You both has blue eyes.

Luis speaks my language, you only speak English

Luis is a Bachelor, you are a Doctor

Luis is shorter.You are both slim.

Luis is more serious, you are more humorous

You are both of high integrity .

But Luis is my love at first sight, you said(and play Tai Chi)(a good catch)

But MSB is your true love, remember?(and a poet and bass player)

Luis is too serious. MSB is too old for your age.

Luis is a Spanish that never says”Te Quiero”(how come?);

MSB is an American that only rides bicycle

One of my favorite hobbies
is watching people
on the train.
Some on their
daily commute,
dressed in suits,
hurriedly sipping
coffee,
checking their
wrists with
frequency,
ensuring they
arrive not even a
minute late.
So many,
myself included,
travel along to
their own
soundtracks,
earbuds helping
them to tune out
the cabin noise
around them.
Bodies swaying
back and forth,
movement in sync,
limbs dancing
the train's tango,
left, right,
forward, and back,
and for the encore,
we all jolt and jive hard
as the wheels
screech to a stop
halfway down the
green line.