Yesterday morning I was walking to the subway station to ride over to the East Village, do some shopping and gawking. The sweet scent of coffee beans got stuck in my nose. Suddenly I had the urge to drink some heavily caffeinated dark brown beverage, and I knew Diet Coke just wasn’t gonna cut it this time. I ducked into the little hole in the wall coffee shop that I pass everyday, Bittersweet. I ordered my usual, an Americano, with just enough room for a splash of milk and a packet of aspartame. The man who took my order was wearing a striped vintage Hang-Ten, perfectly-too-small t-shirt. I couldn’t help but compliment him.
Then the sweet sounds of an ironic, twangy-lulling hit my hears. To my surprise they were playing Neil Young’s “Alabama” off Harvest Moon, one of my all time favorite albums, and of course, one of my all time favorite artists.
I must admit, it totally made my moment. I had diamonds in my eyes…
the devil fools with the best laid plan.
Swing low Alabama.
And now the moment is all that it meant..
The Banjos playing through the broken glass.
Windows down in Alabama.
See the old folks tied in white ropes.
Hear the banjo.
Don’t it take you down home?..
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