33rd and Fashion….peering down on people…looking up at commerce….Uncle Cracker croons a pop love potion while a shouting between two brothers begins, “Yo you see me in line nigga? you see me here?”……Black-hawk down….Black-hawk down….I repeat….Black-hawk down…

Brown shit sprayed upon a men’s room toilet…where junk was kicked…K2 was lit…..and a midnight date with Wild Irish Rose ended in a deep locked kiss……No protection used……

A Polish broad….pajama topped and tattooed neck…. holds onto a little girl so close….so very close…mouth moving to music…..”Just prayed to a god that I don’t believe in”..can’t blame you at all sister…..

Here….seated…talking away at imaginary friends….long gone loves…..strangers uttering Spanish….German…..Pig Latin….. The floor is mopped…trash discarded… Yet…nothing is cleansed.

See ya tomorrow…..