hello…
hello…
are you o.k. …
always…
are you still at Bellevue Shelter….
no…
where are you sleeping…
under trees in Central Park…benches in The Village…corners of parking garages…abandoned buildings in Washington Heights…
are you scared…
I sleep a few hours during the day…roam the streets at night…wandering ’round the city…looking at people…always looking at people…the masses migrating up and down 8th Avenue…Punjabs parking cabs on Lexington…the shanty Irish telling tales in pubs as i sip on soda water with bitters…and WASPS doing what WASPS do…money…always making money…
do you need money…
i always need money…
how do you live…
working odd jobs…day labor…
do you beg…
never…
I wish you’d come home…
i have no home…
