Cafe Van Kleef's

I could have stayed in the car
imagined gingered hookers

But no instead
we traipse up and down side streets

Oil and water on the sidewalk
stepping, not mixing

Conflict contrasts
lit cigarettes, distinctly timed walks

Mass confusion before
mass consumption

Conjunction junction,
can I still function?

Outside he calls it a "VanHattan"
folds neatly into the car