23 Skidoo

Irvin Coffee rides around the five burroughs on one or two of those fixed gear bicycles. His legs are ridiculously long, as are his elongated gesticular fingers which always seem to be poking into some invisible silly putty floating out there just in front of his bicep. When Irvin is around the office we get an espresso at 3:30 on the dot everyday. Mine decaf with whipped cream, his caffeinated and straight. Wednesday, there was a bomb threat at Dean and Deluca up the street and they blocked of the whole of Broadway from Prince to Spring. We sat on a fire hydrants drinking our espresso, watching tourists blatantly cross yellow police tape just to get to the shoe shops. The same time the next day, as the weather turned suddenly sour, the skies getting very dark and the wind twirling about at an unnerving rate, we sat in front of our building on Broadway watching intently as women's short skirts flew up.