Glitter In The Hookah Smoke

Pockets full of nothing, keys in a sock
Slid through the crowd like a streetwise shark
City lights flicker like a busted dream
We’re queens of the weird, chasing the obscene
Metro station, vending wine
Snuck past bouncers at the velvet line
Taxis honk like techno beats
We skip the map, we own these streets

Pass the joint, the night’s alive
Are we high, or did the moon just dive?
We’re glitter in the hookah smoke

Laughing loud ‘til we almost choke F
rom sketchy bars to rooftops- strange
This city’s ours to rearrange
Ducked into a gallery with beats that slap
DJ spinning in a beadwork trap
Shared a drink with a street magician T
hen helped him fake his eviction
Belly dancers spinning slow
We’re on couches we don’t know

Stickers on the bathroom mirror
Say “you were never even here”
We’re glitter in the hookah smoke

Laughing loud ‘til we almost choke
From sketchy bars to rooftops strange
This city’s ours to rearrange
Snap it, twist it, break the frame
Who cares? We’ll never be the same
Sun comes up, we’re still awake
Couch-surf queens with hearts opaque
Nothing planned, but it’s a win
Let’s do it all again
We are the night
And we don’t ask permission