November 4, 2013:
Large empty room and the noisy dykes with Cheetos sit behind me to chew.
Beneath his brass eagle Larry the Barber gobs and spits.
Tall girl stands at my left ear, coughing loudly. Quarters spill from change machines and clatter on concrete floors. Motors hum, traffic honks, the blind woman's dog yawns.
More hours in the city.