Pershing Square

American flags stuck in a lamppost as the eagle glares at mountains and hills of steel with concrete valleys below…..mocking it….teasing it….

Statues of men forgotten….thousands squimmer….simmer…talking non-stop on cellular devices….wanting to close that last deal……move swiftly…..move swiftly….

Selfies shot by Japanese tourists and Italians and French and Russians and Finnish and Danes and Germans and Australians and Arkansans…..maybe not Arkansans….

What is the draw to this place?….this Grand Central Station….this Pershing Square…..

It is commerce….it is art….it is ingenuity….it is marketing….branding….a little of the old with buoyant youth showing skin and smarts and tech saavy…..

It is Manhattan…..

It is Manhattan glaring at all who face it; salesmen, traders, lawyers, judges, beatbox boyfriends, homeless vets, crackheads, junkies, Marines in uniform, cops with chops, armed psychopaths, and drug sniffing dogs……

It is Manhattan…..it is……

Those who own….and those without a dime to scratch off a lottery ticket…..

Money coming and going….exchanging hands of hotdog vendors, cashew roasters, baristas, K2 dealers, pawnshop hustlers, men passing bills through peep-show holes, backpage ads at 3 in the morning, I’m Uptown baby…..two-fitty roses is what I require…..

It is high stakes….nothing to lose….never had it to begin with and never will…..

This is Manhattan…..No…..This is America…..sweet land of liberty….of thee I sing…..of thee I sing….


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