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not doing nothing minding my own business
& not looking for nothing there he was
standing on the corner of 21st & j st
dressed in that yellow & black jump
suit that bruce lee wore in his last
unfinished film game of death the one
lee died before it was done & they used
a body double to pad out the run time
still this guy on the corner was rather
fond of the odd hand gestures
open palms up spread & out
toward me he says in a voice
that sounded like the flat note
of an ekg machine
what was that he said as he patted his head
once more with feeling
you've got to be kidding me i thought
as a nearby taxi parked across the street
blasted out the latest hindi duet
from some recent bollywood musical
as the driver laughed at this exchange
between me & the clone of bruce lee
stuck it seemed to be playing another role