Ce n'è ancora, di strada

“When the railroad trains moaned, and river-winds blew, bringing echoes through …”

“He was alone in the doorway, digging the street. Bitterness, recriminations, ad…”

“I stood in the middle of the room flipping and Pusher was plucking at the guita…”

“As we rode in the bus in the weird phosphorescent void of the Lincoln Tunnel we…”