Which NYC Comes Adair?

We love Adair with her fast moves, her dodges, her rearrangements, her glory.

She’s new meat to the sausage machine of– Harlem, Bedford-Stuyvesant, faretheewell–Brooklyn, Queens, Coney Island, SeaGate, Red Hook, Hoboken, Adair not to be spoken or poken.

Coming in to NYC, as Bob Dylan came in, to be transformed.

As Czechs, Slavs, bewildered Ruskies, old known Bella Russ, Dnieper wipers,

To the Harlem Globetrotters, misbegotten, mash a city, mash a — not an avocado, in this day and age– swwooosshhingg a whoosh as NYC magic — evr’ one here ballad bladed second to none…

No baby weep.

Baby indicate needs– yes, weep.

There are three ways this can be:

“It is all good.”

“Some of it is good.”

“It is all bad.”