Union Square Station, heading to Q train: May 15th, 2014
A bit unorthodox: Kurt pursued me through the Internet train. We made a plan to meet at Union Square and took this shot. How could I pass this up? Now he is a poem messenger. He’ll be signing books at the Bronx Literary Festival on Saturday May 17th from 12pm to 6pm. Check out his poems at www.kurtboonebooks.com
For Joseph Granati, Mobile Messenger
I have seen the bicycle messenger ride
in and out of traffic in New York City.
I have seen the bicycle messenger
die on his last ride.
Maybe the booze
Maybe the wrong turn
Maybe no helmet
or just maybe no brakes.
Life is precious for goodness sake.
I remember Joe
I remember Bronx Jon
I remember Carl Hedrick
and I remember Peru
We are all messengers
For big business know our name.
A week before my book party and
Joe’s last ride. He said to me I hope
your book brings respect to the messenger life.
Tears are poring down my
eyes as I write this poem
on the F train ride home.
Rest In Peace My Brothers.
Though the money ain’t right
I am a courier for life.