Je m'appelle eddy___

2/3 train, 96th Street to Clark Street, July 29th, 2013
One of the early poets, a man who risked writing when he had no idea what to say. It is straightforward and epic–one of the many loopy journeys New Yorkers take just to get to work. Happy World Poetry Day!

Je m’appelle eddy
Nohkumasabo, j’abite à
Bronx, New York je vais à
La T.L.C to pick up my
car. Aujourd’hui le 29/07/13
     Merci bon journée.

     Eddy N.

Read a poem by Rodney C.

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