January
New York City is always bitter this time of year.
The streets are blocked up by traffic, snow, and People.
The people are bundled up in their coats...
Walking the bone-chilling streets if unfortunate enough.
Sitting at my desk by the window, I have the perfect view.
In the inner workings of my mind I'm almost like god.
Watching life unfold below me.
Judging and Ridiculing them.
I type it all into my laptop.
Not for work of course.
Work wouldnt give a flying fuck about anything real.
They want media, money, fame, and power.
Not for work...for me. I save it in seperate documents.
January
I sigh.
I stretch.
I yawn.
"Tweet Tweet..." Garrett taunts.
"Shouldnt you be working Garrett?" I say.
He smiles and rolls his eyes.
"Shouldnt you?" He replies looking at my laptop.
"Is this city cold?
Or is it the people that makes it so?
The hard determination to succeed,
They slowly forget they once had-"
I close the laptop to stop Garrett's sudden intrusion.
"Lighten up Robie." he says walking away.
"It's Robin..."
Monday through Friday.
10 to 11.
The building is my hello, good-bye, good-morning, and goodnight.
It is my life. It is my death. It is my hell. Never a heaven.
I put a column on Lucifer's desk.
My boss.
White blouse, tight suspended-skirt.
Tall and curvacious. A tempting sight.
That is until she opens her mouth...
"Is that all?" She says to me.
"Yes Angeline...That's all."
I hold back a chuckle from irony of her name.
She passes a fake smile and says,
"Then get on home." I smile. I nod.
"Have a good-night ma'am." And I turn my heels and leave.
I work long hours but I'm not ready for sleep.
So I drive.
And I always have a destination.
Far from the crowded hustle and bustle from Times Square.
Far from the blocked highways.
Far from my flat in Manhattan.
To a sheltered little suburbia.
A little development.
January
It all looks the same but I know where she is.
Last house on the left with the double garage.
I park across the street and I turn off the car.
As usual she's sitting on their couch.
She's reading a copy of Jane Eyre.
A smile. She always loved that book.
I wait and watch her Husband pull up to their house.
She immediately closes her book and smiles.
She's happy.
Of course she's happy.
He can do all I couldnt for her.
She rushes to the door holding something out to him.
He looks at it.
He looks at her.
She smiles and nods.
He drops his things and embraces her.
She squeals and laughs with delight.
It was one of those things I couldnt do.
Bet her Ma and Pa would be proud...
The ride home would be a little blurry.
Cant see too well with tears.
Beer and ciggarrettes seem like an excellent solution.
I dont even smoke, Rarely drink.
I drive downtown trying to find a good place to feed these cravings.
I pull up to a little joint called Foggy's.
Excellent name for a club like this.
Jesus Christ...
Inside people are dancing, laughing, drinking and loving.
I groan inside of my head.
I take a seat at the bar and wait for some service.
This place would be some real good writing for dead time at work.
"What can I get you hon?" A man says cleaning a glass.
How cliche'.
"What will get me in about two glasses?" He chuckles.
"I've got you...Wait a few minutes." And he's gone.
Suddenly the crowd breaks into wild cheers.
I look to see them circling someone dancing in the middle.
CHARLIE
CHARLIE
CHARLIE
Well whoever this Charlie guy is...
Must be the life of the party.
"Here you go baby." The guy says handing my drink.
Its a murky blue substance that looks promising.
"Thanks.." I mutter.
"Anytime baby." He says turning to leave.
"Jay! I'll have what she's got."
I look beside me to see true beauty since Scherese.
Whispy black hair that stops at her jaw.
Deep dark eyes that show the knowladge of everything.
The skin-tone of coffee with a little cream.
The body of a goddess...a pure greek goddess.
Aphrodite.
"Hey there..."
She smiles.
Who is this Black Dove?
January