Flowers in a broken blender

JANUARY 21, 1989

One hour has passed since I sat down to write. So far I've read, stared out the window, and played guitar. I really don't know a cure for this problem.

Sitting at my little table. Flowers in a broken blender. Wind pressing on the window. Rainwater soaking through the seal. 

GETTING THERE
west on east 14th street
disco donut
carmelita's reception house
3rd avenue
julian's billiards
the palladium
irving place
union square
NR to 28th street