TROUBLE IN
A GREEN LINING
14th Street was so grim - still is, but back
then it was ten thousand times worse. 'Want
this dagger up your ass? Give me your purse.'
One speedball all rolled up in hell, and you
could walk up to 23rd if you wanted it worse
in the Chelsea Hotel. 'Where you going, boy,
where you going now?' My habits, they slinked
in a dark green robe - pills and booze and girls.
It was all OK, and I never wrote home.
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