Yes, It was Naked

I started at Columbus Circle, next to Central Park in Manhattan. I crossed over to Broadway and followed that road as it led to Times Square. In front of me, a woman in a short black dress sped along, and I tried to keep up. I caught up with her at the next street where she stopped for traffic. As she stood there, cars sped close on the cross street.


I sang the song the children of the shop owners taunted the dock monkeys with. “Dock monkey lift, he don’t know where to go…. Dock monkey drag, give him your purse to stow….”