travels with myself (and no one else) 1

Manhattan
early summer, late evening
the east village, St. Marks place
double espresso, no cream

he was very wealthy
yet un employed
surrounded by humanity
still all alone
famous
but never recognized

a life like an epic novel
with plot twists and turns
and page turning interest
the chapters were intense
but never in order

he sat in the corner
tapping at a laptop
then stretched his arms
above a hairless head
to endorse a description
and compare a decision

Brooklyn, Park Slope
Flatbush and Decatur
Antonios pizza,one slice
a stroll to the subway
the Q train to herald square
two blocks from Penn station

on the train
at the laptop again
stand clear of the closing doors
the seven thirty nine
tickets please
the verse ends here
but the story begins
the final stop
on the North Jersey coastline.......