past the breath of consciousness and common sense past the counter and the yellow line they stand comparing watches, sunglasses and hats, posing, checking the curves at the mirror for show, and what shouldn’t, voicing opinions to the beat of groans and moans, becoming bored they file out laughing at nothing
pretender of day product of night sunglasses worn at midnight eyes behind shade painting dark darker eliminating shadows faces move close as words find shelter within the music while night dreams blossom under plastic magnolias
Its where long streets with red lights stop the direction of forward motion. Boys in leather jackets. Girls with tattoos, red lipstick and black boots; bright smiles and sunglasses, fingers adorned with rings. Shoulders sway to all types of music. Hats and jackets form circles of color. They are artists of extreme quality, where personal … More FULL OF NOTICE
Street, flat out. Oversize shirts, yellow and striped. Coats without arms. A song in a walk; shoes envy the beat. Broad strokes of colored hair. A beard, a flash of checkered pants. Sandals and combat boots. A skateboard has lost its rider. Subways rattle. Steam pipes hiss. Rain coats under blue skies. Hats without rain … More SIXTH AVENUE
On the Rue Lepic, a lazy cat sits on the ledge of an open window, observing life below, moving about after a night of swing and toasts to life and promises. Top buttoned shirts. Slippery felt hats. Shiny shoes and pants with flare, a man with a silver cane strolls like an owner past … More MORNING WALK
Roger Singer 