You drink your tank, Hank, you slink to the bank, you get thanks for your flank and a grin for your brim.
Taken: 11/21/2010 at Jimmys No 43 in New York, NY. After a night of deft readings, the Hearth Gods crowd let out to the alley and this red fella was just a-waitin' for me to take his picture. There's something so joyful about a folding bike, so huddled in on itself, in the beside-ground alley in front of a Bar.