The art of the making million dollar deal
having never been married, man. Lonely is the night.
Banksy paces in circles
yelling into his Bluetooth.
You find yourself alone
in a crowded bagel shop.
Banksy says there is a fine line
between losing and making money
and your mind is not your own
He runs out to the running sports car.
Missing out on music, fresh bread and fine coffee? Not me.
I am rocking out, playing air guitar with Billy Squier.
knowing this is the best spot around
being the only gentile in the place.
I just laugh and laugh
savor cream cheese and lox
finger another chord and start the drum solo.
You find you're not the only, stranger in this town
and wrote this poem.
