Today be Sunday

Me got me cigaretts and me coffee, but Me is feeling that something is missing...
Me be missing bagles and lox at Barney Greengrass
The rich inky smell of the sunday New York Times. (me hates the internet edition)
The sound of horsehoes making their way from the Claremont stables to central park.
The echo of Puerto Rican drums from Saturday night.
A glass of hangover helper at the Raccoon lodge (Me know it's not the hot spot anymore, but it was when Me worked there)
Zabars and Fairway.
Papaya king.
Jackson Hole and Rays.
The bow bridge.
Alice's statue
The yarbuS and the smell of piss.
The flea market at I.S. 44.
The Hayden planetaruim/mvsevm of natvral history.
Ben and Jerry's ice cream.
Me miss home.

Me not here Me not there 'n Me not anywhere.