Waking up to the sound of traffic in the street below, and the ever present police sirens..welcome to the Bronx. Grab my weights,and go through one of a series of routines.. while i listen to the drone of the BBC reporter. Done with that. Grab a cup of hot coffee or hot chocolate depending on my mood, a slice of multigrain bread...trying to live healthy, and a teaspoon of peanut butter.
Run in to the shower hoping that my super would not be in one of his forgetful moods and forget to put on the hot water source. Luckily he did, several angry phone calls from me , threats have finally puckered him up. dry meslf....use my mitchum man finally got caught up with their adverts..dress up , shirt...run to the other closet grab a pant...run back and grab a tie...run back and grab a shoe..sock...dressed.. a dab of perfume to make me smile.
walk the 10 meters to the number 5 train..and ..strp hang all the way to 149 grand concourse...i keep asking meself what is grabd about the grand concourse..switch to the 2 train and get to 135th street...climb up to the street level..grab the evrpresent metro and am..long live free and run across the mlk blvd and into harlem hospital..to the shout of id card out please..from the hospital police...and jostle to get into the elevator..and as we get ready to move..one person runs in and sticks a finger..and another and another until we are packed like we are in the subways..do we always have to straphang..jostle..
well i say to meself..welcome ot new york.