Watch tall roof tops of downtown oh beholder of words
Consider them mountain tops from far
Downtown Tampa oh downtown Tampa what blues
These buildings are like my sorrows
They stand strong to ground
The roads are like my minds landscape
Many unknown isles to be discovered
Many souls to talk too
Many places to visit too
A crowded spectacle of strangers
Homeless on street corners
Street art on walls
Sunny mornings and evenings
White girls, black girls, Hispanic girls, Arabic girls all kind of girls
What to make of them
Nothing but a breathing art gallery
Seated in cars Laborers goes home
Holding their beers they go to bed
Homeless perspective from the chair under the bridge
Nothing matters said James
Who used to sleep under the bridge for years
Nothing matters to homeless the world is meaningless
Now James is like my brother we give him new life
Sunny is like god to him
He will be soon back on his feet’s
Like all great cities Tampa is
Tampa has its beauty in everything
From weather to politics
From schools to offices
From governor’s tweets to snoring of homeless on roads
Down town blues jumbo bumbo
Downtown blues are like boom boom sauce
Down town blues in every heart
Down town blues at every liquor store
Down town blues in everything
River flows through my veins
Poetry flows through my retina
Art is to art what man is to man
What man is to man?
What life is to life?
What love is to love?
What alcohol is to alcoholic?
What homeless is to homeless?
What god is to god?
What Jesus is to Jesus?
What I am to myself?
What you are to yourself?
What downtown is to downtown?
What Tampa is to Tampa?
What sun is to sun?
What my lover is to herself?
What a heart is to heart?
What and what? Million what’s?
Say no more oh public humility
Let’s flame words for a thought to thought
Let’s hide behind words my blues
Let’s take another walk in downtown blues