CITY WOMAN

Cadillac Square, where by sun-lit day, moneyed
suits and pretty secretaries co-mingle with
the panhandlers, bus station drifters and cautious
tourists. This late night, a lone woman exits
her Birmingham bus clutching purse and cane
with scrub bucket knuckles and drags her old
bones through the shadowed maze of steel &
glass & marble to her Gratiot Ave. redbrick
walk-up. I watched as she diminished in the
distance beyond the brown pools of lamp lights.
A faint flickering neon rimmed her figure in blue
before she faded to black.

ETOWAH


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
                                                         
                                                   

STEAM DRIVER

                                                                                                                                                                 
                                                                   

TWO CITY MEN

A cold, damp January night on Cass Ave. The Detroit Masonic Temple
is around the corner and this bar takes it's name from that massive
mystical structure.