South of Fairmount Hill, the smell of the Atlantic, keen.

Tapping fingers on the kitchen table. if you look, you will see:
cigarette smoke with a Johnny Cash song riding it as though on horseback
white walls and alcohol
my fingers, tap tap tapping on the kitchen table slowly.
the rain outside, dripping between the narrow streets with apartments and highrises, with skyscrapers.
there lay five books under the kitchen table;

Kafka, Bukowski, Duchamp, Fitzgerald, T.S. Elliot

a sigh is cleverly hidden through the exhale of smoke.

an easy explination;
drunk to hell.

there's a thing called love, and a thing called beer and whiskey and at times, they equal the age old question, the one that baffled the world from conception to ennui;

"how would you bloody know?"

the music changed from Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire [to which he always mumbles, I need to go back to mexico] to Grant Green, 1960's, on the blue note label, echoing Django from, when was that? 1930-something?

there's the consideration [to bare with] of writing a letter, but such things are rages of anxiety, of inabilities. Quietly becoming a tea kettle, open flame of course, was the easier way to go about the night.

now we have white walls, the stamping out of a cigarette butt, the books under the kitchen table [k, b, d, f, e]. To the opposite direction, should there be one to follow [though it is actually entirely surrounding], there is the east coast skyscrapers and narrow streets. The view out of the window, can be, at times, a Stiegletz photograph [note; a most favorite photographer].
there's jazz music, and open american plains reflected, like a simile, on the white walls times 4, no 5-- above.

And the forgotten factor, which is named she. Looking out of the Stiegletz photograph, at the 6 million people roving, there's the sense that:
letters are worthless
a metropolis breeds malaise :: breeds masochistic tendencies to enjoy said malaise.

five flights down the apartment hallway, outside the front door, the dirty yellow light weakly illuminating a buzzer reads:
"apartment #5 - inspiration"