Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts
A Harlem Point Of View
Of all the things I could have been but came up short. So many shattered dreams ultimately became my fault. No time to dream. Things aren’t what it seem. My shortcut mentality only registered short term results. Maybe one day I’d find the courage to plan better instead of dwelling on what should have been
(A blurred camera lens focuses on Ned the wino staggering towards the middle of the street clutching his favorite bottle of Thunderbird which is held tightly against his chest, and wrapped inside a brown paper bag. Ned’s eyes are squinted, blinded by the helicopters light as he looks up into the sky. The scene is pathetic and
When that scary, dramatic dark and cloudy overcast that threatens rain can be seen from a distance. The out of order sign placed on the elevator door. That creepy walk up a lonely flight of steps with a half drunk girlfriend who falls and breaks a nail. Just when the sun hides behind a mysterious clouds which
Eating and living unhealthy became his twisted way to recharge his biblical battery. Meanwhile, the spirit that housed this vessel as a living testament was absent and vacated the premises a long time ago. Pastor didn’t bother to finish the half eaten sandwich he left on the coffee table. Nor did he brush off the
Harlem Inner City Blues: Random Thoughts 