A string quartet sits beneath the awning,
Army-Navy, Bleeker and Charles.
Warm summer night, strolling, Mason and I
Hear the music and wander to the corner.
Korean market, fruit and flowers brighten the night
Black man, running, out the door.
Shouts, pedestrians turn, eyes wide.
Two Koreans, middle aged brothers?
Pursue…and catch. Fists fly, a can of beans
Rolls out of a pocket, “Oh, please, stop!”
A blond in black tights implores; Can retrieved,
Middle aged brothers return to business as usual.
And the music plays, under the awning
At the corner of Charles and Bleeker.
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