These rivers of suggestion are driving me away. The trees will bend, the cities wash away

May 11th, 2006:

am i my old self again?

wandering New York City streets after dark. East 17th and Madison. 4th and Broadway. Times Square and 42nd Street. time passed and i was inside my head for a bit listening to old boleros. singing them out loud like i did in Bogota. shifting my feet in time to keep the rhythm.....

i ventured forth into the NYC metro in search of Canal Street. old tourmates and new faces in abundance. forgotten feelings surfaced and i was ready to brave the miserable uncertainty that plagued my formative years.

Seeing my favorite musicians onstage rekindled the phoenix flame that i had lost in Korea. and it came back in 4/4 beat.  as i walk around Union Square. exploring Manhattan. learning that this island is not my own. but my body navigates as it has been here before. floating memories held in time from Grand Central Station.

 i didn't make it to Brooklyn this time. but i caught up with some of its denizens at a local bar. Tequila shots and green magic made Gotham seem that much larger with more finesse.

so yes.

i still love New York City.

its lucid spell will always hold me
capitvated by comic book stories
and troubador songs.