Friday, March 20, 2015

6502. PASS ME THE SILVERWARE

PASS ME THE SILVERWARE
A Junco, a space cowboy, a real maimed and funny
guy. He just went by, walking away, and there was a
bird nearby him  -  I watched from this place here as he
walked by the mulberry bush.  On the opposite corner,
in a NY Police cruiser, two cops sat jawing at one
another  -  intent on nothing, going on about something.
A lot of times now, cops just sit there, looking at screens.
They have computers in the cars here that alert them to
any violations of a passing vehicle  -  some form of
scanner scans the passing cars, license plates that
represent violations, or warrants outstanding, or no
license or registration  -  any of that stuff  -  sets off 
an alarm to which the cop responds. You can't get away
with nothing, these days. These two were just talking
instead. Like Toody and Muldoon of old. Wow, that's
a world long gone  -  Car 54, where are you?  -  a big
old swaggering 1960 Plymouth Fury cop car, dark 
green and white, like they were back then. Oh
man, to be there now, or be there again.

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