From room 1203 - W Hotel NYC Union Square
A Buffalo nickel met me at the gates, along with a rush of caffeine at sunrise.. dying to roam. Shallow glances from a strangers profile caught my eye. The headline on the Sunday paper read; "Take Over, The Breaks Over."
Hemingway dreamt in black and white... it was all in his head. Well lit rooms and red water balloons. Sound stage chaos. A rainy night in Brooklyn will have them talking until the sun burns out... while the rush of "what's next" had us all delaying flights for one last fix. Long live the young and the jet set.
It's really all a matter of who you become in the middle of the night. I don't want to descend back to reality when I'm here. Angels drink with Kings when we're all together. We're just a click away. Hope and Hype are just a letter off as well.
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