BLUE HARMONY TRAIN

Monday morning sidewalk rage has ruined my walk to work. The usual jovial comments I make to the homeless have been replaced by brutal insults concerning their direction in life and their lack of employment. I’m seeing so much red its blue. But I push through the cold, eyes on the skyline until I get to that Dunkin' Donuts and that sweet Blueberry Cake doughnut that makes me feel lucky to have a tongue that works. I break it in half and eat it like a banana, the wax paper wrapper like a peel. As I walk out, I see that last homeless guy I snapped at, and give him the remaining half. He says he is diabetic and drops it like it was on fire. I stare at that donut elbow for a while and get the idea that I’m never painting another el train again, and will from this point forward, focus entirely on cake doughnuts.

Acrylic on plywood

12/2005