text by C. Depp/image by A. Bergman

"Talkin' Times Square Milkshake Blues"
I know u know who I am, but who are u? I was walking thru Times Square New York City Manhatttan America when I happened across a throng of people, a crowd. Passing the Virgin Megastore I couldn't help but observe the hijinks.
I asked of another, loudly, "What's all the commotion?"
"Nothing much," replied he, "Unless you wanna see a person kill themselves."
"No," replied I, "I'd rather not view that."
"Then there's nothing for u to see here, carry on," said the gentleman with the corduroy trousers. And I took him at his word.
Shaking a leg over to the Howard Johnson's, I slid into a counter stool and ordered up a milkshake, strawberry.
"What'll it be, buddy?"
"I just told you, " I sighed, "a strawberry milkshake with extra whipped cream, if it's not too much trouble."
"No sir, at that it's not."
"Aye," replied I, with a hint of a smile. The woman next to me was eyeing me, I could tell. She had two children with her, both under three, and I could see from the point from which I stood that there were two men in a balcony and another near the old wood fence. Clearly a fracass.
As I pulled up my socks and reached for my cell phone, I thought of all the things I'd rather be doing right now than sipping this yummy strawberry milkshake in this fancy diner in the heart of this great city in our nation's capital in the age of reason in the era of fullness in the landscape of divinity. Cross your fingers once twice three times with me.