You Would

Givin’ up hookers, Tommy said; a schmear was spread, Too much….too much, talkin’ to Jimmy the Gent; no words from Jimmy; mouth full as always… It gets to be a habit…..it’s become a habit….nothing enjoyable….nothing…,hands through gray…. Nothing? Jimmy managed a word; pieces of pastrami flying… Sure….the initial….the act…. I get that… But after….no….nothing….Hollow…. Tommy, […]

Frankie the Fag

Frankie the fag had a few…fingered in the process….the losses mounted….along with the drinks…. Some motherfucker done stole my purse, Frankie spewed in a Southern drawl to call all the boys ’round…. Once I’s  in love an’ it was a blast….,off pitch, out of key, the Queen of the vagabonds continued her duet with Debbie….. […]

A Manhattan Affair

A Southern Belle played loud notes to the merchant of Venice outside the Astoria as bags were carried….strollers pushed….and panhandlers peddled….. You think I’m this dumb plaything don’t ya, she bellowed softly….demurely….loudness in hushed tones…. My daddy told me to be careful with members of the tribe…..My momma told me to find myself a good […]

Too Weird

The call was made to the Midwest…watching troops of spectators wander through ticket hawkers….scalpers….billboards..lit-up signs blinking and calling out to drunks….perverts….currency holders….and the cash assisted… Wedge, I said,….it’s gotten weird…Manhattan has gotten too weird…. Manhattan, he scoughed, It’s the whole country…..small towns…..County seats…..cornfields in Iowa….it’s all gotten too wierd…. Yes….yes it has…. Feel the Berne…..

Riding on Green Dolphin Street.

Riding shotgun on Green Dolphin Street….Bill Evans at the wheel….white-noise of who can talk a higher decibel rises….muffled by Paul Chambers bass line….. A right-hand taps a left thigh…Philly Joe keeps time….prayers are lifted from black Keys and meditative peace hugs….notes….hold me along the Westside….Jazz….the last bastion …of transendence….. Riding shotgun on Green Dolphin Street […]

The Most American

It is the most  American of all holidays: St. Patrick’s day….the rites of spring fully exercised….fully exposed…. Protestant girls in green tight tops showing tits to drunken boys whose masculinity wanes from day to day…..always check on what’s trending…. Catholic hipsters line 5th Avenue…..flasks outwardly open….smells of whiskey….odors of ales…..midnight mistakes will be made…. All […]

A 2 Buck Death

A man on the cheap…. Call it greed…. Perhaps stupidity…. This is the current climate…. Slick Rick sold subway swipes for 2 bucks….such a deal… Here’s one better….swipe it for free my nigga….. An argument….loud mouths….one’s gotta blade… A quart of blood later and Rick ain’t slick…. Dead on a subway platform…. You have to […]