Shutter clicks on wet blacktop
Rain smears hologram billboard signs
Fisher casts a chrome bright line
Hook sinks deep in oil and brine
This is a concrete river
He stands waist-deep in the gutter
Flowing through the wire and steel
Catching dreams that look too real
No pole rests on a wooden dock
Just a drone hum overhead
Every cast a tick-tock clock
Pulling futures from the bed
Waders soaked in synth-spill slick
Boots planted on cracked concrete
Augment eyes scan sonar ping
Chasing data-fish in the street
Carbon rod bows low and slow
Ad-screens paint the alley gold
Shutter snaps the silence raw
He hauls a catch from oily sprawl
This is a concrete river
He stands waist-deep in the gutter
Flowing through
