The after-after-after hours Brooklyn-bound train tends to be much more relaxed than any other time of day. It's a nice break from the clusterfuck of New York; like nap time for grown ups.
OK, Chinese Take-Out place, you've gone too far.
While Mr. Right had been an image of spirit and optimism, Mr. All-Night seemed to have slipped into troubled times and was never to be seen again.
Street musicians are stuck in a time capsule; playing their brass from a forgotten age when people still wore Fanny Packs and believed in Jesus.
We all live for those precious moments when life combines art and rock n'roll into one cosmic portrait of youth.