The sedan, its sound system at medium-high volume catching the diamond tosses and pearl droplets of Donizetti bel canto, stops before a business intersection at a long light.
Across the way, dressed in a long smock, wearing a rubbery tiara spiked like the Statue of Liberty, dances a bearded man waving a sign promising 50 dollars if we do your taxes. Boogaloo, his 50-year-old lip twist seems to say. Get with the rhythm, gesture his fingers and fists.
His highs hit Donizetti highs
His hip-pivots, orchestral swoops.
