Charlotte’s
all over New York,
98–108 final
score.
I am in
Hectors Café Diner,
Across the
street from THE STANDARD
After too
long a wait at their bar,
Gross neglect
from THE STANDARD’s Maître ‘d
Drove me into
the arms of the waitress at Hector’s.
Figuratively.
Clear
mornings,
A brisk walk
to the office on 6th and 18th.
Brisk January
days,
Short trip
through the canyons.
Bill's Bar my next evening.
Carnivore central.
Hard to be
grumpy with New York
Even if
treated like chopped liver.
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