Borders.

And now a poem about my trip to Borders at Penn Station.

A black man offers another black man a tissue after he sneezes.

An old man takes a big gulp of whiskey and starts snoring while reading a book on how to increase brain power.
A beast of a woman sits down next to me and talks loudly on the phone, while eating and discusses jersey train times.

OH 2 books I really want. (#1 see above)

I forgot one of them, but its something about music. dammit. it looked really good too.