City Poetry: L.A. Woman

Summer in the city.
Lines formed outside the clubs.
Smoke swirls into the universe.
Screaming on stage.

This is the land of the
Fabeled "L.A. Woman."
The city creates the beat,
Of honks and beeps, the sound of city streets.

Dancing in the streets,
As we spin on the twirl
Of lights, what a fabulous
life.

The smoke keeps rising..

"You got to keep on risin’."