On Broadway

An ordinary Tuesday afternoon
except for an appointment down the street,
I walked six blocks, arrived a little soon
and then sat down with whom I chose to meet.
Our business took an hour to complete.
I thanked the banker and reversed my stroll.
The ambience above the broad concrete
was cool in nose and soft upon my soul.

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