Vigilante

He looked like a singer

Stepped out of a 80s latino music video

With a trim mustache

And contrast collar

And when he turned around,

A set of lights sown into his jacket

In the shape of a heart

A bright symbol in the dark dance floor

A vigilante in the lonely city

Of missed connections

And if you asked him what was on his mind

He’d say

Rivers, 

going backwards on a forward moving train

Immortal visitors and treasure hunting 

in ancient cities 

The distant future

And drummers with hands of fury