Tonight

tonight the 6 train will be rode from Brooklyn to Bronx…..never getting off….an occasional nap in between poems by Dugan and dreams of Allen, Jack, and Bill…..

tonight vagabonds will ask for alms as they tread through silver cars….May I have your attention?…..May I have your attention?….some will give while others think of late night carousing and breakfast meetings and mom’s homemade pies and what ever happened to Jennifer?…..and on and on and on and on……

tonight music will be heard whether you want it or not…loud……louder….and kids in bags and swags rapping some torment that happened last week on Hunts Point….or Washington Heights…..or Stanton Island….or even Cleveland……while shots are shot and K2 drifts in and out of Union Square……Who wants to take a walk in the park at midnight? …….This is serious……You can’t even get back home…….Joe warned us…….

tonight cops will look for the sleeping…. hungry…… long…long….long gone and remind them just how they got where there at…..please officer……remind me……

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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