november 19, 2001 -

i scribbled this at penn station last night as i waited for the northeast corridor train and police dogs sniffed the floors..

18-11-2001

mona lisa revisted
pennstation drones
give it a day
and cobblestone paved streets
that sneak behind learing
buildings that smoke
and people bustling or
breaking glass on street corners
and rocks in yr head on a
sunday night with rappers delighting
us w/ their lil' rhymes of waiting
for a free train speeding off to
the land across a river
and no cafe held us but just me
and mr kafka and a bowl of latte
on my tongue.. increase or influx
commerce corner or court?
the clap sat next to me on a train
but my hands are clean
and free from new records
a disease has been cured, for now...