One of those moments that’s like dèjá vu all over again, but with a twist: West African umbrella vendors shoot the shit in Times Square while the steam, as Tom Waits says, makes it look like the whole goddamn town’s gonna blow.
Good music in the subways is getting rarer, but this West African guy lifts my soul without fail every time I’m lucky enough to encounter him.
If you see him, flip him a buck or five and bask in the music for a while. There’s always another train right behind. And the check is in the mail. And it’s only a cold sore.