in midtown

At certain hours it’s like the shift change in a factory town. A crowd spills out, merges briefly, overtakes the sidewalks and quickly disperses toward home. I’m walking uptown, at each crossing the Western sky is all violet and smog, darkening at one-block intervals. A pack of boys with piercing whistles trails behind me. They are delighted with their disruptive noises, their own unsupervised presence in the stately district to which they are infrequent visitors. All around them the German tourists frown.

2 Responses to “in midtown”

  1. 1 dbrown October 11, 2008 at 8:58 pm

    Sunny of Sunny’s once told a story, during this red hook dance performance, about being a kid during world war ii, when all the docks were full and humming, more than humming, and there would be a shift change, and he and his sister would have to duck into a doorway to avoid being crushed by the crowd of men leaving work, heading to bars, heading to lunch. It sounded terrifying, and like 5th avenue at christmas.

  2. 2 Kio October 12, 2008 at 11:24 am

    That’s wonderful, as well as terrifying.

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