Big, solid, I-haven't-seen-you-for-three-years-but-I-still-care-about-you hugs Catch me in the sun On a train waiting for you Bobbing your head to Afro-Brazilian beats Your body knows its home Doesn't need your head to tell it what to do but you still talk in circles to justify your presence in this city and absence from your country And we meet on street corners Past the latino man selling fruit Lil Wayne blaring from stores in the heart of the Bronx Past snakes on the shoulders of men and through the park. You still wear funky hats still aspire to write. And me? I still can't stay more than a day.