going nowhere….

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….

 

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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