Take a minute, ignore the photo and Rob still paints wonderful pictures with words.
Great job bud 😉
Castro at Market. Two quarts and a five. At 2 AM. Rainbows on wet concrete. A bartender shuts down for the night. A drunk staggers onto the bus. Yellows & greens. A smiley on the window. Orange neon at Wendy’s. Why settle for daily bread? At 6th Street at Market. The barefoot drag queen clutches a dirty travel bag. Across the from the Hot-l Delta. Glass shatters! A Black kid shouts, “KA-POW!” EEZEEE STORAGE. Immediate move in. You can fall but you can’t drop. Three-thirty one December morning. In the 24 hour cinema. North of the Transamerica Pyramid. A man snores beneath the silver screen. He rescues the girl named Chocolate. Ninety minutes in surround sound stereo. Later with Candy Strong. Later with Lisa De Leeuw. Three gorgeous and imaginative bordello dudes. Explode in a flurry and leave.
(c) Rob Goldstein 2015