Bay street-wear
Dark suit and lighter shirt
tie’s glaze
this is Bay’s dress code.
And women three-piece
mid skirt around knees
hair made-up, straight
with the face
In the bags lunch boxes
poor to match the income
These people can be named:
Percussions
Empty their drums
Practiced are voices and the pens
with keyboards
That is all
Don’t be fooled by the suits
Nice dress.
The money ends elsewhere.
Well-dressed is bridge and slave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
when I see a full business suit in the middle of summer, I smile in my cut-offs, at the poor monkey slaves who wear them