bedford nostrand
Searching for bikes in New York city. Harder to come by for a decent price round these parts, even in the Bronx or out in Long Island. The demand is still up there and high. No brick lane, nor blackbird leys, nor reverse garbage, nunnery, or king st. been a whole week without it and most of another having to buy subway tickets. loving the underground coming up on corners and turning a blind eye. she hit me first, you saw it, i'm calling the cops. know where you live, the cops'll be round your place to pick you up. is that your final word. hey you. you saw it, she hit me first. hey, do you work for mta. yeh - she hit me. i don't feel safe, could someone please get this woman away from me.
and it turns turns turns. pause for a moment, the on off at one station to go. flighty shifty types, new yorkers i don't want to get involved, get off the carriage and back on another one, same train. this is what relationships bring, muttered under breath more to others than to self, hoping someone is catching some of this undermined comfort. caught it down williams st in the financial district as well. one of those saturday nights where the drizzle has washed in over coney island and into the west of brooklyn, leaving the manhattan atmosphere a little cooler. people raise their temperatures to accommodate. raise their voices. raise their fists.
i don't want to get on anybody's nerves. sorry for the interruption, but i'm just trying to look after myself. i'm broke for some time, hungry now for a while. just trying to look after myself. anyone with any change or a dollar. been a real hard time, been hungry a long time. good evening ladies and gents has anyone any change. i don't want to get on anybody's nerves...