( i ) I lucked out on table 4 last night window seat baseboard heat with intimate passages from Ginsberg in his purest and most evident form
Cover-all Carl was draped in his usual garb turning pages of yesterday's news animating, culturing and bantering on the fate of the Greek barber (in an accent of which I'm not so sure)
His cronies looked on with a twisted conviction countering with their own tales of ingovernance and woe did you know that Panasonic lost 5 billion last quarter?
The evening moved in time lapse with painted winds, streaming lights and a host of high school girls running cold
Maleah passed on her late shift (checking the pile and trough) patronized the boys and called it a night
( ii ) The bald man is back at it again bickering at the till something about a cold free coffee or 99 cents or the coloured guy behind him who got it hot a kind Filipino is trying to get it done at 8 bucks per, losing her cool and shedding a quiet tear
Wonder what the Purewals or Haitians or Cossacks would have to say about this grim public reminder, wonder what this sad f*ck will do tonight... without his bus pass or sling sack or broken Turkish stems