Thursday, June 29, 2006

It rained and it got warm before the rain quite ended and then it got sunny and quite hot.

People on the subway read their papers warily, just a bit distracted. Like they are waiting for something to happen that never does.

When I was playing with George and Joe in Washington Square Park the other day. As usual a clutch of derelicts, head cases and addicts gathered 'round us. And some marginal cases too – quiet guys, some with guitars, suspended from the bearings of a dull and cozy life. Sitting amidst the cigarette butts and the trash, watching, listening. Smiling strangely.