Looking north on Madison Avenue, Summer - 2020It is where you come to get things done. "Did you close?" It is asked like the sidewalk you stand on. Flat, bare and wide. The intonation lowered by an octave. "Did" You eye the candy of middle aged manhood. Prince of Wales check from Pink. Dominican Belicoso from Davidoff. A signed first edition of Look Homeward Angel from Bauman.
"You" A female sheep looks to be sheared or worse...mutton. Men wear serious here like a badge. Tightly laced Edward Greens look like the tip of a spear. Shoes don't make the man but the men here know shoes...and cloth. It won't close but it gets you through the thick glass door.
"Close" Money unseen is transacted. Can't touch it but you feel it. The relief. A mortgage payment. A bottle of Champagne. Self worth inflates the 44" chest. Taxi horns float upward -- Never sounding like they do in Chicago or London. Only New York. Asking..."Did You Close?"
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