Poetry in Real time

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Poetry in Real Time

It's not yet noon;
out my window
I hear the heavy heels
of staggered steps
and someone slurring--
no... singing:
 
“champagne don’t drive me crazy,
cocaine don’t make me lazy.
Ain’t nobody’s business but my own.”*
 
I smile. And share.


*"Nobody's Business But My Own" was written by Henry Fredericks. 

Thanks for sharing with everyone. Could be trimmed even more: (e.g. "it's, heavy"…comma after steps, you could delete "and"). I like this. Very fun.