HOMELESS INTENT
I light a cigar with the tip of a finger, drawing
flames from the ether, where it should be. My
compatriot, one Frater John, becomes the recipient
of this lit smoke. I detest them and it was just for
him - to show my magic. We've been on these
streets before and never have left the moment.
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Entering the upper east side, things begin to change :
Lexington above Grand Central gets eerie quickly.
A big church and then a big synagogue, all that
crazy singing on Park Avenue. We break away,
and head towards the river : where there are
benches and the never throw us out.
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How far eat we can go is only limited by the water-wall
and some fences. Heliport stuff, and the wind and the
noise. The FDR Drive gives the world the finger.
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