I spent the day wandering the naked streets looking for sunbeams and golden fountains. I came across old Black men sleeping in Grant’s park on unfriendly benches, as snot-nosed children ran circles around an empty mud puddle.
Musical maniacs munched on minstrels’ musings, while frantic freaks frolicked through forlorn fountains – as the sidewalk partitions gave way to Earth’s ceaseless panting…
Workers frantically chiseled pavement as screaming siren horns chased tragedy down the alleyway. I followed a herd of hunched shadows back to the subway car; we packed in tight – suddenly, a soothing whiff of headphone Jazz oozed into the air…