Cycling down the mid Market corridor

Weaving between
Muni tracks of death
Electrocuted buses
Caffeinated bankers
Barefoot rehab escapees
Projectile vomit
Helmetless hipsters.

Despite recycled cold press bottles
Empty coffee cups
Drained cans inside brown paper bags,
Thirsts are never quenched.

I am flowing
Just another platelet
In this pulsing vein.