Another Day on Broadway

Pushing open the door from King’s Teriyaki on Denny I am caught off guard by a sudden attack of air propelled by the route 9 bus. Staggering along, attempting to appear unperturbed, I catch a glimpse of my reflection following me in the mile- high windows, reinforcing my existence on this hectic street. As my mind becomes acquainted with the avenue, the rancid odor of residual cigarettes creeps inside my defeated nostrils. The distant cry of sirens approaching from the south mercifully interrupts my internal defeat, while sacrificing the mornings of those late risers for a shot at salvaging a life. The remnants of the piercing spearmint circle my gums while the depleted wad of gum splats on the sidewalk, the beginning of another day on Broadway.