The Upper West Side
never fails to both frustrate
and impress
and astonish
and delight
me.
Who would I have
to make fun of
if it weren't for the
grandmas in their
absurdly expensive Lululemon
track suits
and coffee cups.
What would I have
to aspire to
without the
pretty young things
in their ties
and pearl sets
who were probably born there
and can't think of a
reason to leave
(can you?).
I swear I have
more drawings like this.
I guess I never
scanned them.
That'll be for a
Way Back Wednesday.
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