Digging in My History: early 1980’s
copyright 2010 jonathan herbert
The night recedes before me
as does this beautiful yellow behemoth.
Look at the trunk on that baby!
I drive, mile after mile after mile,
hunting: a hand waving; a couple stumbling
out of a nightclub; a suitcase lugged from a station.
Twelve hours a night, every night
but Sunday. New York,
I love you. I piss on your streets.