Passing by on the street, smell of coffee in the air,
by Alan Bruce Thompson
Long legged girls, looking to pair.
Freshly shaved boys, pressed and washed,
Tough and macho, certainly not abashed.
The perfume fools the phemerones and the coffee drowns both,
The rules of attraction are confused with hope.
Spirits and cocktails make them fuzzier still,
The girls try the condoms and boys swallow the pill.
Another day gone by on the corner of the street,
Come back again tomorrow to see who you'll meet.