Below Fire Escape

Dig this contraption, the weighted end that unhooked pulls down the ladder so you can make it to the sidewalk. In an emergency you won’t even here it squeak. I wonder how many layers of rust had to be removed before the most recent paint was applied. Look at how the pain flakes. I remember standing here one hot summer night and singing to the Moon – Maria, Maria, say it softly and it’s almost like praying, I just met a girl named…