:56:03
- When do I start?
- Now.
:56:12
And absolutely no smoking up here.
If you have to smoke, come downstairs.
:56:54
A poem is a city
filled with streets and sewers.
:56:57
Filled with saints, heroes,
beggars, madmen.
:57:02
Filled with banality and booze.
:57:05
Filled with rain and thunder
and periods of drought.
:57:09
A poem is a city at war.
:57:12
It's a barbershop
filled with cynical drunks.
:57:16
A poem is a city.
:57:18
A poem is a nation.
A poem is the world.
:57:26
I decided to look for Jan.
:57:28
I toured the bars in our old
neighborhood looking for her.
:57:32
The bartender at the Pink Mule -
:57:36
- told me that she was working as
a chambermaid in a downtown hotel.
:57:59
Hank!