a different young man walks North Avenue at this time…on his way downtown with a cup of coffee and a dry roll….keep going….gotta get there…past closed bars where cleaning crews mop spilled beer….thrown popcorn….credit card reciepts….phone numbers of midnight oral fixations….and arrogance…..

the arrogance of youth out looking for a piece….a taste..entitled…the work has been done that keeps this nation afloat….greasing the chains of economic progress…this country is their’s….

there are whore’s walking North in this hour…going home to single room occupancies for a rest from working all night on their knees….bent behind garbage dumpsters….reeking of piss and thrown out with sauer kraute from Polish joints along with drunks by tough old Polack broads at the end of the night…
a Nelson Algren dream….

the black bitches still looking for that last dollar before sunrise….chicks with dicks the same…no saints…only sinners…aren’t we all…

and still he keeps walking…gotta get there…gotta be on time…