In that long,
ago summer, the city was like an inferno, there were ain’t no place to cool
your heels. Now don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t the heat’s fault, at least not
directly. It’s just that I had come back from a war, and all those devils were
still dancing on my shoulders. I checked
my pockets and I counted 53 bucks and 17 cents; not enough to change the world,
perhaps, but maybe enough to change mine. I jumped in the first cab I could
find and headed to Idlewild airport; I just needed to be happy again.
bobby stevenson 2017
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