Sitting in a diner in New York City
The morning stories of the weekend
Ringing my phone off
I pass construction, drilling,
Umbrella clanging as rushing
To beginning send people flouring
Out of the Upper East Side to locations throughtout the city, shared cab line up whisks away
those in suits down to wall street,
And whose left in gracie mews diner, but the old, who sit alone with their paper
and coffees nursing their time
Around other people, vacant, wrinkle marks leave faces with a downward smile as
byfocals slide down swollen noses.....
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