Goodbye, America
An old railroad loco
by the side of a lake
A shocked motel clerk
greets us with the words:
Sadat is dead!
Chocolate chip pancake
late breakfast.
I almost throw up.
Disused Olympics
ski slope. Snow at the top
of Mount Washington.
Hard porn on the motel TV
in Palisades Park, New Jersey.
Bumper to bumper
at night
empty when we rise
next morning.
Take a wrong turn
find ourselves in Harlem
on our way to Central Park.
Folk gather round
fires on street corners.
Black guy in the car in front
at the lights swivels round
to point a finger gun. His idea
of a tourist joke, I guess.
Cops in Times Square.
Our hotel room on 42nd Street
among the little theatres
of Off-Off-Broadway.
Twin Towers on the skyline
looking back at Manhattan
from the Staten Island ferry.
R A Porter
Fri 11th Apr 2025 12:22
Very evocative Greg. You’ve inspired me to go back to the album of our first trip to NYC - 1990. It was a very different place then. I shot two rolls of B/W film - we stayed in Washington Square and explored everwhere on foot - lots of memorable encounters. From the minute we arrived, very unwisely, with our bags on a late evening subway it felt like we were in a Scorsese film - I remember so much about those four days, 35 years ago!