Bodega Man The hot day is over. Market sold out of ice. Day’s for walking around . Everyone’s buying a slice. I finished the mopping. I put out the trash can. I can hang around the shadows. Turn on my bedroom fan. Think I’ll go down to Avenue B and talk with the bodega man. In a basement on Ninth Street, they’ll be playing funk all night, and thos…
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