And the scene moves from Manhattan to the Bronx….Dominicans…..Arroz con Pollo rather…..no longer salt- less ….meals….no risks….no flavors….

Dark skinned girls walk the streets….hanging-on street corners….toot toot…..yeah….beep beep….but the white boys still drive-by….windows cracked….lips puckered….

Art on brick walls…reality hits….an El train brings memories of Wicker….of Humboldt…..

It’s only a matter of time…..soon Mr. Charlie will stake claims here…as he did there….and there….and still on the prowl……

Was in  Queens…..Brooklyn…..Washington Heights….Harlem….do we want blight turned shiny and new…..with masses…tossed….Maybe The East River…..

It’s a dirty job…..nobody has to do it….