Looking Through Stained Glass

Summer in the City

Sprinkler

Wet folks
Johnny pumps sprinkle water on the kids its midst
A modern city's version of a provincial mist
The drifting mist calls, but I somehow resist
Knowing wet clothes aren't high on my boss' list
From blocks away I can see the asphalt steam
Summer in the city makes me want to scream

Shoes melting from feet
Summer sun blazes down on the street
Feels like my soles are melting off my feet
It's just 8 AM and I'm sweating from the heat
I've got a long day to go and already feeling beat
The humidity making it all the more extreme
Summer in the city makes me want to scream

hot crowded subway
Perfectly pressed suit of the business woman
Perfectly squashed in the subway sardine can
Hotter than the devil's cooking pan
Even in the shade I'm catching a tan
Skin feels like jelly oozing through my seam
Summer in the city makes me want to scream

women wiping sweat with towel
Sweat drips and I can feel the drop of each
Fall to places my fingers simply just can't reach
Another working jane, dodging taxi tires' screech
Adamantly not losing my manners with my speech
The horns, the haze, the heat, it all seems
Summer in the city makes me want to scream

Woman exasperated scream

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