Still warm on the street,
but cool up here, with the breeze
augmented by whirring fans.
Only three storeys up,
the view of downtown towers
is better than you’d expect:
Philtower, Philcade, Mid-Continent,
Atlas Life, National Bank, B-O-K.
The restaurant’s busy but not crowded;
I get my table without a wait.
The not-bad-looking server
brings fish tacos and a salty margarita
after my walk along the river—
perfect on a lazy summer evening.
On my way out, the barriers drop,
the inevitable train rumbles past,
the only commotion there is:
only the restaurants are open,
even the ballpark empty.
Back to ground level,
Tulsa on Sunday.
T. Allen Culpepper