My taxi driver thought I had a deathwish. I didn't know where he'd dropped me, I still don't know, but it was the greatest spectacle to be a part of.
NYC
90’s New York City:
“Taxi driver! Take me somewhere
I need music!”
“This is New York, boy!
I could drop you anywhere.
People die here!”
Luckily, no death.
Only the brightest son et lumière
Of feathers and sequins and acrylic hair.