In the morning, when most people are heading to work, I take the dog for a walk.
On the other side of the road, the bank employees are waiting to be let in
as the taxis rush past.
They are already at work on the brownstone next to the Leo House
all flapping tarps and ghostly lights at night.
On 22nd Street the Virginia creeper catches the light.
The M23 holds the record for the slowest bus in Manhattan.
True indeed. Obviously one hasn't been for ages and ages.
