Greenwich Village
“Greenwich Village,” climbing into a cab at JFK International.
Rolling through the Brooklyn Bridge.
“Where in Greenwich Village?” the cabbie at Houston Street.
“In the middle.”
The plan is to crash in the world’s top artists village.
"Greenwich Village not anymore, sir,” the cab manager while breaking for a jaywalker. “It’s East Village now. Crazy."
He’s right as it will turn out.
“Then roll on to East Vee man,” I adjust.
Freedom.
