souldier of tha mix

ou know when i miss the city? i miss the city when i sit up from writing at 5:14 and realize i’m out of coffee and so i get on my jacket and shoes and head out the front door into the dark morning and not only is the little gourmet coffee drivethrough closed, but so is the bakery!!! did i set my clock wrong? where the hell am i? who gets up before the bakery???

sweet warm bread scents and bold light spilling out onto the empty sidewalk at four-oh-something a.m. are not exceptional in the city, and by that i mean new york city, and by that i do mean the boros, too, i mean a place where millions live near each other, where “republican” viewpoints can be harder to find tho its all relative to where you hang out, where intolerance to many things diverse must often shut its mouth because you don’t know whos got a berserker hidden in they hatband and you have to make room and say “excuse me” and mind ya frame on the subway stairs becuz there money don’t buy you an exit route, where bakeries are the lighthouses in la noche’s thinnest hours if you’re in the right parts, where everything and all things are shaken, painted, in motion and m i x e d

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Published:
12.19.07 / 8am
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new york city
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