The Hustle
Sitting in my favorite bar just before noon,
The space is alive with deals going down.
Laughter over millions lost, as Soul music flows,
And proclamations of friendships bob on the air.
No room for chatting,
Business must be done.
Heads pressed together,
Another day to be won.
My mind drifts to The Kind Man, on the fringe,
I leave the bar, and walk down the hill,
North to downtown Austin, where the hustle is different
More urgent on the fringe, food and drugs are king over cash
Perceived survival is on the line,
In these different world's hustle.
The differences sound the same.
And yet we cling to our separate worlds
like a fool to their fix.
