Eating Popcorn in the East Village
Drinking beer in a small East Village bar
I met an attorney
From Australia
An Australian esquire
Emma
That was her name
She seemed sad and arrogant at the same time
They are one-in-the-same, I suppose
Then
I left
After too much beer
I needed to pee
Then
I had to purchase something
to use the store’s scummy little bathroom
A small bag of popcorn
That’s what I bought
It cost 69 cents
It was night now
And I ate it while walking down Third Avenue
So this is how it came to be
That I ate popcorn in the East Village
While walking down the street
And thinking of Emma
Urban Simplicty 