The Come-Up

Well-decorated restaurants
serving cultural foods, wine,
playing soft music,
instrumental. Bar and
grills overcrowded
as the scent of ribs
and burgers just go
with the breeze. Lounges
packed on any day,
men buying drinks
for women in this
Harlem nightlife.
Weekends, I go out
to places far from home
like I used to
and return to a
liveliness that I
cannot be mad about.
But sitting, parked in my
vehicle for a lengthy time
must come with the
"come-up" and I deal
everyday.