Money comes after long stretches of time…..days….weeks…months….you get the picture…..
Then…. in one twist of the knob…..a touch upon a dial pad…..a debit card swiped…  it’s gone…… as if it never was…and no…..you cannot have seconds…

And people walk by signs held by squatting hawkers whose last dimes were spent in bathroom stalls at The Port Authority Building behind closed doors…..moans……screams…..muffled by hand drying units blowing out at full speed.. 

Junkies looking…drunks too……lonely men seeking out company….all suspect….. savings wasted…. panhandled pennies promised to debtors now washed away; good intentions are all we were ever had….

The pushers…. the bartenders…the whores……pimps….parolees…attorneys…. all buying…..all selling…. praying upon the sick….the afflicted…the addicted….and the morally bankrupt…..

Get in line……the soup is getting cold…..

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