On Broadway
honking taxis,
windshieldwipers,
unforgiving rain,
washed out purple green stars
red planet awash down lower Broadway
madison smiles
hailing her worn out lover
stooped over some jones st. fire hydrant
chomping on juiced strawberry taffy-
oh sweet momma july!
Laura Nyro’s voice scratchy
some boarded up village record store
winos toasting the heavens down lower Broadway
stars celebrating stars on Broadway,
down Broadway,
see, the hustle still exists for lonesome revolutionaries,
hostess cupcake makers,
wall st bankers who don't give a crap about profits
yearning of giving money away
dreaming of tipping naked waitresses,
reborn little boys skipping school to learn
12-string guitar chords
dancers parading behind radio city
wearing scarlet sequence
dancing without borders
jersey runaways without souls
traded them in for looking glass miracles,
and film producers buying hot dogs for invisible folk singers…
everybody
all at once
all strung out on Broadway
together under wet purple green stars,
as the red planet
exhales
as it should,
damn it!
huh!
Miami, FL
Spring, 2013
