I sold a quart of blood and bought a half a pint of scotch
There's no prayer like desire.
I've seen it all through the yellow windows of the evening train.
I'm trying to learn how to write faster.
I was born in the back seat of a Yellow Cab in a hospital loading zone and with the meter still running. I emerged needing a shave and shouted 'Time Square, and step on it!'
It's a battered old suitcase and a hotel someplace and a wound that will never heal.