There are routes
to take up and down
the avenues
a bike lane on
6th
the avenue of the americas
another on
madison
but the best
are the outside
ones
1st and 9th
sometimes
broadway
which cuts
south
from the west side
uptown
to the east
downtown
broadway is one of the only
remenants
of the old trails
that used to run through
this land
before they
laid out the grid
do not even think
of riding against
the traffic or
on sidewalks
OK, try it
you'll see
upper west side
after 10p and all the orders
have been filled
riding down
9th
you should cut across
greenwich ave
which will drop you on
8th st
ride that east
till it turns into
st mark's
take that
almost to ave a
if ya wanna hang
with me
and the other
misfits
drunks
criminals
and
living legends
at the
international b&g
circa 1985
Mary Petruno
has run this place
for decades
there's an old
decaying buck head
on the wall
and it has the old-fashioned
pounded tin ceiling
Mary came here
like so many others
between world wars
from the ukraine
and eastern europe
she's around 80
do not even think
of fucking with her
they're open
till 4a
but sometimes
we hang till 5
and I buy
the old lady a drink
wishing she'd tell me
all her stories
but she never does
I was engaged
to be married
and the girl was saying how
I could work
and she could stay home
cook
clean
and have babies
which wouldn't have been
a BAD idea
if I had a good job
no
but
as it was
we were just scraping by
with both of us working
What do you think?
she asked
and I looked at her
sd
welll
I dunno
while what I actually thought
was
they have a slave
and now
you want one too
A few phone calls
and weeks later
I was up in the city
as Choo-Choo
the guy that ran
we deliver
had offered me a job
with them
a year before
Mike Hoke
my friend
and
the bass player in my band
New Left
had been up there
for a year already
working for them
and we had been commuting
for gigs
and rehersals
They explained
how it worked
how dispatch was located
at Choo-Choo's place
on e 3rd st
a place with 3 phones
that took calls from noon
till 10
and supply was located
in the Chelsea Hotel
where you would go to stock up
for the day
and bring the cash and remaining product
back
at night
OK
fine
Choo was cool
older than us
gay, in his mid 50's
ran the business with
Mike Rainbow
also gay
in his 50's
ex-yippie
knew Abbie
and the beats
Choo let me stay
at his place
where Mike Hoke lived
also
for a few months
then he got tired of us
musicians
there
went and got us a place
on ave a
put down the deposit
sd
pay me back
when you can
Then I was on the phone
with the girl
saying
I have a place now
you could move up
be with me
and she sd
welll
I dunno
Then I was riding the bike
all over Manhattan
collecting money
giving most of it back
at the end of the night
Soon after the incident
in the courtyard
I was pissing off
the
balcony
and she was yelling
how this was
no way to live
and I sd
welll,
you're the one that
threw
the TV out the
window
the manager was
knocking on the door
the whole time saying
Sir?
Sir?
.2
It was a humid
type heat
not like sticking your
head in the oven
like they say
at
NA
no
was sweating
and liking it
in the lights
kids were swirling
around
stage diving
had this pile of
cinder blocks
in front of the mike
and saw
my manager
standing in the back
of the club
waving his hands
like
NO
NO
I just nodded
and started breaking
the things
with this steel pipe
I called
the kingpin
that I carried
under the seat
of my car
instead
of a gun
.3
Somewhere
on the road
between
Phila
and NYC
we changed seats
so I could do a shot
in the back
think it was
snowing and you
sd you were too stoned
to drive
all Iggy thumbs
you sd
ha
that was a good line
when we got to
NYC
the snow looked like
dirt
but the traffic
lights
parted
like the
red sea
stayed at the St James
Hotel
where they did
Big
hookers in the lobby
no
last chance
downtown
before
pressure point
yes
streets opened up
like
candy stores
.4
Had this new amp
set way too high
on the treble
and the sound man
came rushing at it
swung my
SG
at his head
I know what I'm
doing
man
bass and drums
all bottom
and I'm squealing
up
top
like lightning
everything else
gets
deadpanned
supposed to be like
war
.5
Never hang out
backstage
after the gig
let 'em
wonder
again with the
candy lines
but now
just sidewalks
rock candy
glistening
in the summer heat
ave c
too white?
maybe
maybe floating
out
and up
again
cops eyes
all stiched up
night
like that
too
remembering
a pulse
ears
still
ringing
liking the blackness
of it all
just turn it
off
12 Beer Poem
I forget
all the things
they say
matter
Moon howling
giddy
there's
cars
still running
down the
boulevard
stars
winking
I was in an all-night diner
on 2nd Ave.
in Manhattan
and it was
around midnight
I had just left my friends
at the International Bar and Grill
on St. Mark's Place
Which has the same misnomer
as St. Mark's Bar and Grill
no grill at either place
and my friends
Were in for the long haul again
till closing
and I was starving
my ass off
Because I had
rode my bike all over the island
of Manhattan
that day
And my last stop
was to 2 women
who decided
they liked me
And also decided that
I deserved a real treat
so we did the 69
and the 699
And some other things
and when I got out of there
my nuts
were like raisins
I ordered a big breakfast
Steak and eggs
homefries, toast and coffee
and when I was finished
Eating
I told the waitress
I'm a hell of a man
she gave me the bill
Patted my hand
told me
sure you are honey
pay at the counter
Mike
Linda and
I had already spent
the early evening
in tomkins sq park
drinking
smoking
getting to know
the people
we were becoming
but mostly
goofing
around
running to the deli
for 6-packs
every hour
or so
as the cops
walked by
and the in-crowd
walked by
and the bums
scouted out
the places
thay would be spending
the night
we weren't too concerned
about what was going on
in the hip clubs
within walking distance
and all the boho folks
wearing black
or dressing like
madonna
no
then
later
night
east river park
on a park bench
the projects on ave d
licking our backs
licking history
off
our backs
wind whispering something
and
watching
the planes
take off
from the 23rd st
seaport
JT
Backstage at Irving Plaza
with Elrod, our drummer
and my junk
buddy
El started playing with us
a couple of months ago
after our old drummer
quit
and we spent months
looking for a replacement
and languishing
in street life
night life
and
well
that's not what I moved
up here for
sd he knew Bowie
and used to roadie
for the New York Dolls
and
after
the first night
he played with us
in the room
we shared
with the
Fuzztones
he sd
he was going to get
something for the head
and I went along
then
a month later
up on the roof
of the music building
shooting scag
watching the cars
on 8th ave
and then
earlier
that night
we were in the World club
on e 2nd st
and they were closed
but El knocked on the door
and Richie
the owner
knew him too
and we scored coke
and heroin
with Richie
El talked me into
buying a bunch
of coke
saying he could sell it
and we could do the
profits
and I stupidly
went along
because
I knew
nothing good
was going to happen
with the band I had
kept telling myself
I was just
playing out my hand
but coke
wasn't my thing
was too wired
already
no
speedballs
El sd
yeah
slams up
and settles back
down
into the warmth
of heroin
OK
tried it
so El
seemed to know
everybody
and all that time
I never belived him
but he got us in
free
to see Johnny Thunders
knew the doorman
and introduced me to
Johnny
and Johnny asked
what's the name of yr band?
after El told him we had one
and I sd
the Fucknuts
and El looked at me weird
because that wasn't
our name
at all
and,
like I said
I knew it was going to hell
anyhow
my hand spilling out
on the floors
and avenues
then El tried to sell
Johnny
who he called
JT
some coke
and JT
sd
FUCK YOU MUTHERFUCKERS
and his manager
came up to us
sd
Johnny's been trying
to get clean
and JT yelled at her
GET THOSE MUTHERFUCKERS
OUT OF HERE
and she sd
please leave
so we went out
to see the show
found some seats
next to Mike and Linda
who had paid
to get in
who had told me earlier
don't bring Elrod here
he's too much of a loudmouth
and I told them
don't worry
I ain't coming
anyhow
what are you doing here?
Mike asked
and I sd
my world too
fucknut
then I went
and got us a round of
beers
at the bar
Arthur "Killer" Kane was
up there
at the bar
with a bunch of others
that looked like
they just stepped out
of the early 70's
but uglier
gave Mike and Linda
their beers
El didn't want one
sd
gowan
and sat
down
as El
harassed
the couple
next to us
till they moved
a few seats away
then JT came on
and it was the saddest
show I ever saw
there seemed to be nothing
left to him
he started one song
called
Joey, King of the Streets
and walked away
half way
through the thing
after the show
Mike was mad because
I met JT
and he didn't
and a month later
he and El were
having a fistfight
in our little apt
on ave A
then we were looking
for a drummer
again
and JT
went on
for a while
Was in Danceteria
with Mike and Nigel
listening to my monkey
who was going on
and on
about getting the hell
back downtown
QUICK!
But he always says that
nervous critter
specially after I had left him
out in the cold
in Phila a few weeks
before
Had been visiting old
friends there and took
a lot of the treats
he liked but ahhh
welll
we did them all in
one night
then next day
woke up in Cheryl's
place in Ardmore?
yeah
Long train ride back
sick
monkey almost
dead
So ahhh
Danceteria?
yes
Nigel had a few free passes
to see his buddies band
Blaze
who played this techno-funk
that really left me cold
his bud played bass and they had
this girl singer with big dyed red hair
oh
Blaze
get it?
I mean BIG HAIR
it was the 80's
Backstage
after the show
Mike and Nigel engaged in
a conversation with this
guy that said he was a
PRODUCER
while I looked over at the singer
Blaze
she was looking back
as if she expected some kind of
TRIBUTE
was drinking champagne
in a long-stemmed glass
and SOAKING IT UP
had the in-crowd
and some photographers
gathered around
like they do
Sneered at her
blew a snotball
on the carpet and
went for a
BEER
when I got back
Mike and Nigel were saying how
this guy's connected man
and you could tell their
panties were on
FIRE
about the whole thing
how this is how people get
DISCOVERED
then this PRODUCER
is asking who's your singer?
he's liking this tribute thing also
it's in the air
thinks his greatness is in the air
looks like a shyster to me
Tony is,
Nigel sd
Welllll
why don't you sing me a song?
the PRODUCER sd
Nah, I don't think so
I told him
then my
FRIENDS
really put me on the spot
saying how I was a great
singer
and pleading with me
to give the man
what he wanted
Then there was a bit of
YELLING
and cursing
think the
PRODUCER
wanted to take a swing at me
but he didn't
and I left them all
there in the
GREATNESS
of the privleged ones
that get backstage
on momentous
nights like that