Macdougal Street, 11.12.15
For the Ghosts of Greenwich Village
As I sit in a basement bar on Macdougal Street.
I feel you.
Your presence is palpable.
And so many others.
I feel you as I walk down the streets.
As I sit in the bars and cafes.
The same streets that you walked.
And some of the cafes that you worked in.
The same streets that you called home.
That inspired you.
And today as I sit in a basement bar.
Drinking a cold beer,
I thank you.
For changing things.
With your art.
With your words.
And for inspiring so many people.
And for—in a way—changing me.
Even if just a little.
That is enough.