Strutting city streets
spying rooftop bar
with Bob Ross on movie screen
learning the rubes
and casual observers
how to paint a picture
I strut across Walnut Street Bridge
feeling gentle winds
from the Schuylkill River
as I saunter slowly
no envy for those on the roof
open air, great sightlines
they hang out drinking beer
perhaps some wine or mixed drink
I’m sure there’s solid music
and craft beers on draught
Bob Ross painting a picture
and learning the beginners
probably more preoccupied with drink
than the skillful art of painting
Eventually I’ll find myself
a top that roof top bar
sitting atop an urban parking garage
I’ll have a beer
and I’ll wonder how
if I get the same entertainment
God only knows
there may be a day that comes
but for now I walk on
heading for a train station
heading for a ride home