State Street

See all the shoeshops in a little row
Yet banks and pharmacies hold prime locations.
How many stores still shed their half-white glow
To light the tourists in their mean vacations!
Observe the type of people on the street
The mixing of the party and the job
And wonder what would happen should they meet
For real: which side would choose to be the snob?
But also see their faces sliding past
Each one ignoring whom they're walking by:
No one mingles, everyone goes fast
As if in fear of catching any eye.
Walk down the street with me, and take it in:
I wonder where reality has been.