it was unusual today. martin luther king to the rescue. an empty corridor in seven hudson north. steve wasn't there either. i traipsed around a little bit. decided, library was a good option. read a few case studies. took the train down. right till juiliard.
and that spectacle is beautiful. the alabaster. the quartz. sparkling in the white of a crisp monday morning. in new york city. while the brokers fled in pursuit. the ends of their expensive coats knotting with the wind. scanned the breadth of the wide arches, and smiled. more of a grin. i cannot distinguish. but i kept walking. knowing many a genius was made.
and then my usual spot. fifth avenue. however, today was a detour through bryant park. sat on one of those moss green, deformed chairs across the colonnade of dead, heaving trees. at least a hundred noticeable strangers skated in the pond. good business, i say. in sweat. and ecstasy. and some frustration beneath the breaths. i love when people laugh. have you ever heard the different tones? pitches? plentiful.
afternoon at barnes and noble. three books at my table. the appointment, vascular surgery, men i might have known. three extreme genres. and by me, today, sat an interesting pair of marketeers. possibly one at readers digest. the other, morgan stanley folks. reading the same book. monkey business.
on the way back. this little street urchin. sitting at the corner of seventh avenue and w 34th. face hidden by a sweatshirt. screaming jesus. and the little plaque by his bowl. it said, everyone needs a shelter -you and i. and on the wall near city college -someone sprayed, in bold italics, JEFUS.
i wish i was carrying cash today
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