Thursday, December 4, 2008
On 14th Street just past Avenue A. Can't resist that sign. Will have one drink.
Maybe 12 people in the place.
The man puts a few bills in the jukebox. When "Smooth," the Santana/Rob Thomas ditty, comes on, he and his wife start to dance in the front of the bar.
Helene, with a wink, says the place is going to be busted for violating the cabaret laws. The two dance very well together.
An Andrea Bocelli song comes on. The couple slow dance. In the back, another man and woman -- these two much older -- also dance. We're all going to be thrown in jail, Helene says with a laugh.
James Brown comes in. Popeye 86'd him previously. He can't stay. So James Brown smiles, shakes a few hands and leaves.
The older woman who had been dancing in the back collects her cart with the Rite Aid and Associated bags she had parked under the TV and makes her exit.
One of the regulars keeps apologizing for no reason. Stop apologizing, the others say -- you're not in church.
One of the old-timers sitting in the middle of the long bar dozes off.
Five drinks later, I leave. Still light out.
Blarney Cove (Jeremiah's Vanishing NY)