Beyond the bipolar weather of steaming summers and blustery winters
Beyond the spaces where pollen fluctuates and mold grows
Beyond the honking of cars and screeching of brakes of afternoon traffic jams
Like UT students roaming the streets at night or
the bar goers coming and going into the clubs
Beyond the clicks of camera of the tourist documenting Austin’s loved graffiti
Beyond the rhythm of the guitar of the aged old men,
Walking with their guitars on their backs like a badge of a sheriff,
their stringy grey hairs flowing with the humid air of austin.
Beyond the Metro Rapid turning into the Night Owl at night,
Stopping at 4 am in the morning, picking up tired overworked men.
Below the poverty that surrounds Austin city streets
Beyond the city kids running to discover something they’ve seen but just noticed
Before the light goes out at night
Before the skies lighten, and the birds start singing.
The warmth and neighboring feeling always comes to you