“angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night” (Allen Ginsberg)
Damn, your night is such a magical place. Caught in between the deep colours & creatures os the night that vanish to shadows passing along. And the light at top of city is just enough to show a glimpse of way. Heading through. Feeling good, man!
“I am a New Yorker
Whatever took me out of New York:
did not take New York out of me.
I know that “THE END” means Montauk.
Taxis, noise and endless subway maps dont rattle me.
Phrases like: “Are you talkin to me?”
“Do you know which way is ?”
& “Get outta Heahhere!” are everyday chants.
Every New Yorker knows them.”
Simply No Place Like NEW YORK at Night!. God, l would snap my fingers and be there in a second!