Bowie Left Town

Bowie left town blasting off from a Lafayette rooftop his ass spewing a rainbow arc liberally sprinkling Gluten-free golden glitter onto chichi Houston Street bistros liberating a fawning glitterati eager to prance about a shanghaied High Line for a NY second the best dressed homeless dude in NoHo spotted a Pale Duke apparition fluttering over a posse of faux figurine graffiti splashed across a Banksyless wall tagging the sunny side of the finest neighborhood car wash a ghostly Lou Reed dressed to the nines in sleek Transformer drag watched chuckling, scratching his balls humming the final bars of an Eno inspired Perfect Day, marking odds when a long overdue Iggy Pop will crash the Pearly Gate mosh pits Ubering through the choppy seas of urban sludge, lightning bolts streak down the sullen faces of cash strapped honey dippin lust for life hipsters, luxuriating in a well nursed millennial angst stew Fun City's frenzied bare footin Little Monster darlings imprisoned in soulless high-rises, still a quarter shy from annual bonus time, pace white stained minimalist spaces indulging notions driven by economic compulsion to dial up flush with cash fund managers to seek margin loans on their large positions in alpha rich distressed asset funds while their diamond collared Schnauzers wait outside the corner State News licking the oozing sores encrusting Lazarus's feet Ziggy's lapping tongue marks time, waiting for the stretchy panted painted ladies scoring Iman's organic rouge at a corner bodega listening to a sidewalk trash can yelp today's Daily News headline "Major Tom Myna Hero!" bekighting the next 15 minute legend a talking Myna bird named Major Tom the vigilant Major alerted occupants of a Brooklyn townhouse of a furnace leaking carbon monoxide when he stopped talking and dropped dead a veritable canary in a coal mine story a special service marking Major Tom's supreme sacrifice is planned, in the spirit of neighborhood beatification the family implores those wishing to express condolences in lieu of flowers to please occupy Prospect Park to drive out the rapacious squeegee men and feed the hungry pigeons Bowie's earthly star may have gone black but the ashes of his disembodied voice will forever mark the city like the ubiquitous gray splot ashes of pigeon guano David Robert Jones 1.8.47 - 1.10.16 Well Done Beloved God Bless and Godspeed Music Selections: David Bowie, Dollar Days David Bowie, I Can't Give Everything Away David Bowie, Black Star Jazz Messengers, Wayne Shorter Lester Left Town 1.17.16 NYC jbm

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