At the 14th street station a hispanic man, medium height with a cowboy hat and a guitar slung around his shoulder walks onto the subway
passengers look on suspiciously...
as the doors shut he picks up his guitar in a well practiced fashion
the eyes of the train are weary...
he begins to play a classic sounding mariachiesque tune spanish lyrics
A woman with green eye makeup and dark lip liner rolls her eyes and tilts her head back in exasperation
at the end of the short song a sigh of relief sounds through the car he timed it perfectly to end as the train came to a stop
he takes off his hat and gives a short speech followed by "gracias amigos" as he walks through the train with it upturned for donations
i regret not giving him money solely because of the expression on the green eye-linered woman's face
i walk out into grand central station and am stunned at the beuty of life
Beuaty is an interesting word for me because i cannot hear it with out thinking of the Jim Carrey line in Ace Ventura "B-E-A-Utiful" this fact however does not save me from spelling this word wrong nearly every time i write it
Later Quietly drinking and crosshatching an old comic on a saturday with a train gang of long islanders
miller lite is a heroes welcome for a repugnant anarchist antichrist superstar hidden beneath the semi-amiable skin tone, ****** orientation, and likewise social status
the only thing left to do is commiserate in the trappings of convenience and leisure and the clash of Hadit and Nuit thrumping thrashing in the sea
1000 troops to iraq again and i don't mind to much beyond the travesty is great comedy for miller lite is a heroes welcome to pennstation in late noon and two corn dogs for breakfast
In the ancient shadows of illicit eons past and only existing in the shadows of the now I stare at the reflection of myself in the eyes of my sunglasses