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It all started with an urge to go to the movie theater PTA's "The Master" It was a 35 minute walk to the nearest cinema in Brooklyn Nighthawks is what it was called 1:10pm, 4:10pm, 6:10pm, 10:10pm, the show times Since I woke up at 12:45am, 1:10pm was out of the question 4:10pm seemed plausible but when the clock rolled around I was still puttering around the house I could putter no more by 6:00pm and flew the cooped up den The air, brisk and crisp Time fell back Women's heels clap the sidewalk in applause All for the autumn on a Sunday frozen in time I arrive, show sold out I walk across the Williamsburg bridge, why not? First theater in Manhattan I see turned out to be live art So I turned out and left Manhattans alive while Brooklyn slumbers I dart down Clinton St toward the old Avenues November, I could go without the cold weather, but I love the seasons Pumpkin lattes **** my wallet dry like lesions Soon I'm walking down 2nd Av, feeling familiar with my surroundings Funny, feeling familiar, in a city I thought I'd never know, (you'll never know if you don't go) Got some dollar pizza on St Marks Followed by a dollar falafel, which tasted awful, (now I know why it was a dollar) I walked in circles around Union Square, in union with everyone there Happy that my feet were to the street, where they belong Freezing, frozen, frigid, shakin' in my britches Wrapped around my neck a borrowed scarf Bumping into people, "I'd like to get by now", like Garth (keep moving, you'll find what you want to find) In big bright neon light at Village Cinema "The Master" (In 70mm) Huh, 70mm, "Cool", I thought The theater, empty as a loners funeral I was the only one there, red velvet lined seats I missed Halloween Maybe this is my treat The world is beautiful This city is mine, All I had to do Was leave my old one behind
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
A Winters Night In Brooklyn
It all started with an urge to go to the movie theater PTA's "The Master" It was a 35 minute walk to the nearest cinema in Brooklyn Nighthawks is what it was called 1:10pm, 4:10pm, 6:10pm, 10:10pm, the show times Since I woke up at 12:45am, 1:10pm was out of the question 4:10pm seemed plausible but when the clock rolled around I was still puttering around the house I could putter no more by 6:00pm and flew the cooped up den The air, brisk and crisp Time fell back Women's heels clap the sidewalk in applause All for the autumn on a Sunday frozen in time I arrive, show sold out I walk across the Williamsburg bridge, why not? First theater in Manhattan I see turned out to be live art So I turned out and left Manhattans alive while Brooklyn slumbers I dart down Clinton St toward the old Avenues November, I could go without the cold weather, but I love the seasons Pumpkin lattes **** my wallet dry like lesions Soon I'm walking down 2nd Av, feeling familiar with my surroundings Funny, feeling familiar, in a city I thought I'd never know, (you'll never know if you don't go) Got some dollar pizza on St Marks Followed by a dollar falafel, which tasted awful, (now I know why it was a dollar) I walked in circles around Union Square, in union with everyone there Happy that my feet were to the street, where they belong Freezing, frozen, frigid, shakin' in my britches Wrapped around my neck a borrowed scarf Bumping into people, "I'd like to get by now", like Garth (keep moving, you'll find what you want to find) In big bright neon light at Village Cinema "The Master" (In 70mm) Huh, 70mm, "Cool", I thought The theater, empty as a loners funeral I was the only one there, red velvet lined seats I missed Halloween Maybe this is my treat The world is beautiful This city is mine, All I had to do Was leave my old one behind
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:40 PM UTC
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