Listen….I’m tellin’ you…..you can’t trust any of these people….them….us…we’re all damaged….broken….they’ll slit your throat over a buck thirty-five on a SNAP card, Golden fidgeted, moved long fingers inside tight jean pockets…. All these guys have done time….none of ’em are clean, He lit a menthol, Rikers…The Tombs….Up State….rape…murder…sex offenders…that’s what you’re sleepin’ next to every […]
Jimmy the Gent rolled his cuffs up past fat wrists resting on a counter-top, Give me the 24, the waiter jumped to it….. Fuckin’ heart attack on a plate Jimmy, his friend St. Pat said with a swig of soda, Heart attack….heart attack….heart attack…. Ya sound like a hoosier, Jimmy told ’em, Like some Midwest […]
The selling of Metra cards….discounts on loosies… a bill gets ya $60 for stamps at Bronx bodegas and joints in Jersey….. Times are turned….on you…..and you….and you…..A non-stop wheel and deal….everything must go…. Old vinyl…books collected over the years….campaign buttons…whatever it takes….Rent’s due… Obama phones hawked for a buck…..Girls on the prowl at Hunts Point…..they’ll […]
Brandi Carlile sings Hallelujah on a parked car radio outside of Watertown….after Irene hit…leaving a mess that only a scorned woman could create…. She came-up from Manhattan….blew through Gotham…collected many a man’s wallet….money clips….pockets turned inside out….buildings turned upside down… Her blowing wouldn’t stop….Good ol’ boys in Vermont wanted proof….Proof she gave…. Irene offered no […]
Morning in Manhattan and Dixieland jazz plays in a coffee house while cable news tells tales of Trump’s woes….. Fights at rallys…..talks of walls…name calling….fist- pumping …A script straight from Morton Downey Jr…… And the sophisticates….no better….Nouveau Riche branded Mod-Dems….talk of stock options….Dale Carnegie….and how unions are no-longer needed….It’s good to be the King… As […]
They piss me off, the old-timer sittin’ at the corner of the bar said. Fat white chick’s sittin’ wit a couple ah shines, a gulp of Budweiser was taken. And why you might ask…. ‘Cause she’s too insecure to get a white guy…..uh… right, said Billy Fitzgerald, as the neighborhood joint began to spill-out and […]
She sat behind plated glass….phone in hand….making promises and forecasts….. A sexual vagabond…always looking for a home….a safe bet….something to keep me warm…. Her voice….that Southern drawled Bourbon voice was the seducer… Wasn’t the loose caboose….the carved-out bosom….the waxed Brazilian job… It was that scratchy Bourbon voice….gluing me…..placing dollar after dollar after dollar into a […]
She knows every toilet code in Chelsea…In her dew covered head….every single code…. McDonald’s at 7th and 34th…..Starbucks on 8th and 32nd….Gregory’s Coffee at 7th and 30th….everyday…..punching codes on silver keys 3619…5294….1687…2810…..a smile and turn of the handle for all… And neatness is practised….nothing left behind….all waste is flushed…. prepared for the next customer….the next […]
There are knights… there are nobles….And then….there is Chet Baker….. There are poets and philosophers ….And then…..there is John Coltrane… There are kings…..And then….there is Miles…. There are gods….Goodness….gracious…there are gods….And then…..there is Bill Evans…. Once upon a time music was beautiful…..once upon a time…..
There they stood….darkened…downstairs…standing by two-holed booths: ONE PERSON PER BOOTH….NY STATE LAW…NO TALKING IN LINE….. whispers Pot-bellied tight tee-shirts worn by old fractured failings in the worlds of romance……Never-ending trysts with lads off the buses….found pissing at The Port Authority….payments for services rendered…. Either go to a booth or leave, the Punjab declares, This is […]
