"He wanted to take this whole…you know, somewhere. Later on, we talked about it… He and I have been talking on the phone about the human…the development of the humanitarian, you know, stuff…the human aspect of what you’re doing, no matter what profession it is." - Wayne Shorter

New York's wild. I mean the city. Is it really? You better believe it. You can feel it. You take your chances. You fly thru the changes. Have a conversation for once. You get off. Here you are. You're late. Make no mistake about it. Finally something I can get into. You say and you yawn. Nobody laughs. Not even kidding. You purchase the fourth volume of A Natural History of the Ducks off a guy on the corner. Man this weather is something else. Something awful. Would you want it any other way. Yes any other way.

I get hysterical sometimes. You say and laugh. Somebody yawns. You put words on the page. Outrageous. You say it to piss me off.

You elocute like a goddamn grand piano. You know that. You string together pearls of syllables. I just feel bad for the clams man. You empathize too much. You can go to Portland if you feel that way. Bunch of Harvard grads collecting unemployment. Sounds like hell.

America has a real thing going for it. You drone on and on. You make me sick. You get together. You get lost. You never take the time to modulate. You always chasing tail like Dizzy Gillespie. You mistake foreigners for Italians. You embarrass me. New York looks like shit. Hot shit.

You investigate fraud. You lie the whole time. You say phony to be ironic ironically. Some of the turtles made it to the sea. Some of us…

What else is there to do? And is there anything besides that? After all there is not much difference but you are better off going. Definitely than staying, which is worse. Could you imagine?  Not just anybody has the right. And of way and that complicates things. Things are everywhere and everything. Like signage. Like a post that is lamp or somebody. Lying appeals to me. It has a particular appeal. Liking has nowhere near the same appeal. It could be anywhere, not in this case. Appealing applies to conversion. In this case as in any free market. Contagion converses. In an ideal world. In any case. Oh. You have a reason. This is then a much less interesting conversation. And there you have it. Then campaigning ends in champagne. You again, Shampoo.

Walking bass. Very funny, like the fish. More like, flopping! Jesu where were you going with that.  Excuse you. And take it with you.

Go around the corner and there you are. What else would trees do with an avenue? You take a lot for granted. My favorite thing about you is you do and the best thing for you too. What are you looking at? Take a walk pal.

What you to do me. Standard. You Phrygian son of a bitch. What an insult! I got you. You say it to a retired person too.

Sure I like it but mostly it. I could go for that sure. Some Jack Montrose. Am I right or am I right. You play too much piano. Always on your beat like Tart Atum. Elsewhere known as "Up and At Up." Gramps for my taste, I would. You and what tennis racket. Topical drinks.

Tiny umbrellas. This is a plus for society. You could even say miniature. Sure you could. But you have to have. Trample over any old leaf like a child. Put 2 and 2 together.