NYC in the 70’s. What a time it must
have been. Warhol, Steely Dan, CBGB’s
the bohemian mixed with the bourgeoisie.
Enough money to rent a Leer jet on the
weekend, but you take the subway to
your loft in Queens to keep your edge.
Beat back the Coke shakes with Ludes and
snorted Smack. Then stand up at Carolines,
steak at Sparks, and late night Jazz at Birdland
before the taxis arrive with the sunrise.
A hundred dollar bill to the mugger to avoid
the .38 plug to the ribs. Then Son of Sam shoots out your
“Fuck it,” you think.
“I’ll be dead before Carter’s out of office anyway.”
About the Creator
Steve Howard's self-published collection of short stories Satori in the Slip Stream, Something Gaijin This Way Comes, and others were released in 2018. His poetry collection Diet of a Piss Poor Poet was released in 2019.