a ponytail
a faded kurta
a large camera
dangling from his neck
he sits for hours
in india coffee house
the turbaned staff
are used to him, isolated
and others
mingling, foreign
indian, men, women
friends, businessmen
there'a a pulse
running through
this one-way street
wild and promising
signboards, neon
ruby's, matteos
warm yellow shadows
at coco grove
from the javacity dog
to the cats
at the magazine store
church street blossoms
with life, new faces
new cuisines
flourishing
against the old
at night
groups of people
beer-happy laughter
ringing of youth
dying into quiet
preparation for tomorrow
a lazy sunrise
a chill morning
says hello
to the buffet
at highgates, and juice
at emerald.