sitting in Bryant Park among birds…lovers….kids….Young Turks…old lions…and ptonk players…ping pong pussies…and poets reading fucking Billy Collins…how nice…how nice…

and ear-plugs plugged in while tuning the world out….Coltrane….Evans…Tyner…
Miles….

I miss not a sound from this metropolis…not the constant chatter of young women sealing deals on cell phones…or scores kept in office pools….

whose doing what to whom and whom doing what to all while secrets are exposed on Facebook and sweet tweets…all will soon be revealed on channel 7 Action News…

music on….society off…..mouths move…with gestures…. legs stretched…a lay in the green…green…spring… with flowers in bloom and commerce ever present….

it’s just another day….