A Day on Bleeker Street

When I was 16 and an artist

I dressed in black

And took the D train

From the Bronx to Greenwich Village.

I carried a sketchbook and

Rapidograph pen and drew

Fellow passengers on the long ride downtown.

One Saturday as I was walking on Bleeker Street

A man caught up to me.

I have been following you he said

Could not take my eyes off your derrière

I am a diplomat from Haiti

My name is Louis and I think I love you.

We went to his apartment arm in arm

And I discarded my black turtleneck sweater

And black corduroy pants

On the floor

Said I love you too.

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