brick and metal and wires

and chipping paint

feels like cuba or spain

cobblestone sidewalk and steps

rust on marble tabletop

in the meatpacking district

now made vintage and hip

voices in the distance

surrounded by restaurants

and light music

folded hands in conversation

heads back laughs

barely brisk enough for jackets

joy that needs cigar smoke

brick walls

stove pipes crawling up

weeds between cobble stones

old packing labels

newer graffiti

on warehouse doors

years of paint

painted over

steel bars on windows