...in the name of...
...j and i listened to sinatra radio in his 2012 beamer as we sat before the nexus of bus stop, subway station, and bakeries... the pour electrified us... we drove a few blocks over to the avenue, the large greek cafe... stopped over at the new mexican restaurant where a dj spun while a few hung towards the front... the pour was only mildy successful in keeping some away... we're close the guy behind the bar gestured with his hand slitting his throat... the Hour is Always looming... we walked back to avenue and up the short set of steps into the warmth of the hostess who informed us that they were closing as well; the place was packed with diners and friday nighters in their best outfits... eating, drinking, being merry... the hostess spent some time talking to us... friendly... kind... kindness is priceless... no cake or sandwich... flows through your body like a sun salutations... liquid gold...
...we drove down to the greek bakery and got some bhakalava... we're closing soon the middle aged woman kindly said in her beautiful accent... there were 6 cops sprawled in the chairs, having coffee and dessert... i said hi... odd... there was a clear power difference... different from 10 years ago... they seemed more sullen... solemn... clearly they knew i knew they were under the microscope in a way that was new... that would keep them from jutting their weapons into the ribs of people in broad daylight and getting away with it...
...the rain continued into this morning... when i slept in... waking fully rested... all praise is due...
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