Us Angelenos

Call my name under the ardent noon of Angel City

Reach for my hand beyond the gray shades of Downtown

Remind yourself that language is no barrier in Pasadena

Lamenting over the glaring stares looming in the Valley

As we continue onward to the OC where the sunset glows

Singing the eve of tomorrow's qualm on the 101 and 405

South bound or North bound or East bound and West

Drinking Tea and a cup of Joe at another Food Truck like Kalbi

Next to that town's Farmer's Market parked besides some boulevard

Calling our name to Hollywood and Melrose once again

Just for a talk about the next script idea down by the Mall

Next to the Mexican Entreprenuer's Church on Miracle Mile