is the second red brick town-
house west of 8th ave
on jane, down from the
community garden, catty-
corner from bonsignour,
tho i get my coffee
at spyros the deli
at the corner of w. 12th,
and jimmy tells stories
of the blind guy who
is not blind, and the guy
w/the walker and tin cup
who can ambulate fine,
and zapata makes
the coffee; my favorite
stoop has a breeze
under the enormous
trees, and holds
no memories,
no
'covfefe'

nyc. 6.1.17: 4:48-58 pm