You all know how I love farm stands. And boy oh boy do I love a farm stand in New York City.
I'd like to live in the second-floor apartment on Bleecker Street, walk down a flight, and pick out my pumpkin. I'd carve a man-in-the-moon kind of face (instead of anything horrifying) and put my pumpkin in the center window with a candle inside, to shine Autumn down on Bleecker Street, Greenwich Village.
And every other week,those non-pumpkin weeks, I'd fill my apartment with something from the flower side of the farm stand like these:
So Van Gogh....
A sight like this provides me with the same sense of delight I feel when I see the rows and rows of varied color nail polish and lipstick in a discount store...only better!
On Bleecker Street
Simon and Garfunkel
A poet reads his crooked rhyme
Holy, holy is his sacrament
Thirty dollars pays your rent
On Bleeker Street
I head a church bell softly chime
In a melody sustainin'
It's a long road to Caanan
On Bleeker Street
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q98pbT-ok3s
