By
jkeithdotnet on
April 6th, 2008

Through these bendy bars, the people play. Held here in their pinstripe prison. On an early Spring evening, as the sun sets on 161st Street, I reflect on my incarceration and wonder: how long until I can ride the escalator up to the Tier of freedom?
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