Sunday 11 December 2011

NY ROOF BAR

thick cold vodka tonics poured/tourist walking museum exhaustion out wooden wounds.
museum of swords/white curve horses and vibrant photo of street yellow and shops and people.
museum of ornate guns in glass was enormous/always lost/photos in America wing never seen.
roof bar bushes/misty city in the sky/red gowns available for against cold and sudden snowing.
tower city view 1000 light squares/spell nothing out/barman confuses tonic and soda gun - blows his tip.
patio heater/i'm no help/asian woman asks how to turn it on/i don’t know/vodkas warm in cloud city.
lightning storm flashes high five/doug who followed me wanted a cig/frozen hail by boots birds and ash.
talk about fag prices NY v London/dougs wrong/disagree/we fall out/silent sleepless profiles . . .
incredible crocodile downstairs/empty bar view of tower city behind glass like hologram.
tiny blondes in white shirts serve me good gin/my damp money is good/black bottles bob in the east river.
later packed private party/red rope and hooks/suits and scarfs and skirts/clabby - take alcohol.
tiny blonde white shirts cook great gins/clear eyed sea bird on a red soft sofa thats boat wide.
giant window mesmerises tower city out there/laughing too/open back window/i thunder piss/see batman alleyways and catwoman car stacks and frog massacre lots.
loudly toilet attendant talks arabic handsfree/leave dark euro in soap dish/cold air floor 22.
. . . elevator everyone talks spanish . . .
too drunk to say seventeenth street i say one seven street/cabbie tries to go to one hundred and seventh street.
NO! I say IS THERE EVEN SUCH A PLACE?
bar hotel corner/big gins/fries/went online movie actress question expensive and dont remember it now.

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