talked all night…
diners…Midtown bars…
watched people strut…stroll…lumber along…
going nowhere…nowhere…
play-by-play commentary…
never a better analyst on the game…
ropes learned…
hotel rooms…suburban homes…back alleys…buddy-booths over on 42nd…tricks tricks tricks…
one by one thorough reads were given…Midwest men away from wifey the first time…sales-guys in suits with polyester pleats wanting a score…tourists roaming endlessly into Manhattan’s night….
looking for what…who you kiddin’…
past churches with candles lit…Mexicans lined-up for odd jobs and under-table pay…plasma donors swapping stories…liquor stores awaiting the witching hour…knish-cart people of Palestine….one…the good mustard…good mustard…
everywhere…this city smells…
of you…
you…
watched people strut…stroll…lumber along…
going nowhere…going nowhere….
dmseay 