03rd Oct 2003
Poland Spring Washes Over Gotham
#7 Line grit. Screech and Spark. Grand Central tile floor compass,
proclaiming the center of the world. Buskers - Michael Jackson’s
doing Billie Jean upstairs from the #5 line, and has every move Down,
like watching 20 years rewind. Bouncy schoolkid connecting hall
echoes. The Broken Escalator means that you are going to get your
workout Right Now, no matter what you thought your plans were. Up
this platform, over that bridge, and back down to the track you want.
It’s a maze, you’re the rodent, and the surveillance cameras amass
content for the grand MTA highlight reel.
Adventure in J & R. Met a salesman who
actually sold me the wrong memory card for my Nokia 3650. Did the
Return Merchandise Tango, and am now in the “J & R owes me a favor”
club. Ok, they don’t owe me, but it’s fun to say. I love the
place. Geek Wonderland. I got a phone camera with 128 megs of memory,
and I’m not afraid to use it.
Pastrami done right. Wow and yum. I’m around the corner from a 24
hour deli. Yeah, you heard me. 24. This could be a good thing for
the tongue, but bad for the tum. Good thing it’s a walking city.
Heck, it’s a Jaywalking City.
Metrocard Monkey. Got me unlimited rides to the land of Knish, Poland
Spring hydration, endless dogs and kraut. Land of crowded sidewalks,
roving packs of mobile phone users nearly smashing each other in their
version of Urban Ballet. Snatches of conversation that sound
enticing, but I’ll never tell. Go to
If you melted all of the Town Cars in Manhattan together, it would be
a really comfy gas guzzler that gets 100 gallons to the block. So many tinted windows, so many deals being done, so many potholes to dodge.
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#7 Line grit. Screech and Spark. Grand Central tile floor compass, proclaiming the center of the world. Buskers - Michael Jackson’s doing Billie Jean upstairs from the #5 line, and has every move Down, like watching 20 years rewind. Bouncy schoolkid connecting hall echoes. The Broken Escalator means that you are going to get your workout Right Now, no matter what you thought your plans were. Up this platform, over that bridge, and back down to the track you want. It’s a maze, you’re the rodent, and the surveillance cameras amass content for the grand MTA highlight reel. |
Adventure in J & R. Met a salesman who
actually sold me the wrong memory card for my Nokia 3650. Did the
Return Merchandise Tango, and am now in the “J & R owes me a favor”
club. Ok, they don’t owe me, but it’s fun to say. I love the
place. Geek Wonderland. I got a phone camera with 128 megs of memory,
and I’m not afraid to use it.
Pastrami done right. Wow and yum. I’m around the corner from a 24
hour deli. Yeah, you heard me. 24. This could be a good thing for
the tongue, but bad for the tum. Good thing it’s a walking city.
Heck, it’s a Jaywalking City.
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Metrocard Monkey. Got me unlimited rides to the land of Knish, Poland Spring hydration, endless dogs and kraut. Land of crowded sidewalks, roving packs of mobile phone users nearly smashing each other in their version of Urban Ballet. Snatches of conversation that sound enticing, but I’ll never tell. Go to |
If you melted all of the Town Cars in Manhattan together, it would be
a really comfy gas guzzler that gets 100 gallons to the block. So many tinted windows, so many deals being done, so many potholes to dodge.
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