salt takes snow slush takes sneakers

 

tour the intrepid

warship new york

for kids and big people

great lugs and nuts of an empire state

midtown gets me down

the hot hands where porno theaters

were great now hold M&M stores

don’t melt

I see mr. big from a bus window

I don’t get his name

he looks mean as grey suede sneakers

walking past the brass instruments

the breath of a subway vent

warms the stitches on my leather

guitar case i don’t know how to practice

well is an excuse?

city like an eruption of concrete

disorients gives gravity to pigeon

clouds the salt on pretzels

until it doesn’t?