Amser City N

She boards at seven ten
Hair tucked in her collar
Gum in her cheek
Coins in her pocket
She moves like a rumor
Past the deli windows
Boots on the tiles
Eyes on the target
Girl in the city
You don’t slow down
Girl in the city
You own that sound
I see you shining
Through the crowd
Girl in the city
You don’t slow down

She laughs at the corner
With a paper cup tilt
Phone in her hand
Like she’s making a deal
Crosswalk flashing green
She cuts through the traffic
Red bag, gold rings
Sharp like a wheel
Every block knows her
Every face turns twice
She leaves a spark
On the dirty glass
Girl in the city
You don’t slow down
Girl in the city
You own that sound
I see you shining
Through the crowd
Girl in the city
You don’t slow down