I’m back in the city again. I left Penn Station about 40 minutes ago. I took off on foot, straight up 7th Avenue, through Times Square, went left when 7th split, walked straight up Broadway and finally found a coffee shop that had hot strong coffee. Sat down, started sipping, listened to Sade’s “smooth operator” sound softly from the overhead speakers. As I think about tonight’s Spoken Word Poetry event, I gaze at the Ed Sullivan theater across the street and I dream.