II
“What were his wares” you ask?” T shirts with ET ‘s imaging front and back as though the Steven Spielberg alien had landed right in the middle of a Saturday night Times Square....
morphing as the Pink Panther .... unschniding a terrorist and his weapon of mass destruction.
Firecrackers fertilizer short circuiting wires.... our Sabu was drunk in his role to emulate the Hamburg Germany cell that took out the twin towers downtown. Their stealth ambushing three thousand human beings...., our vigilance gone, taking our heroic Big Apple earthiness for granted .
III
But nine years later the hallowed cry is “not this time. You’re murderers under your Sabu grinning state of mind traveling to and fro from your mud eastern TNT camps. Money laundered and brainwashed by the likes of a Saudi named Ben Laden. .
Our assailant 30 years old buying into the big lie, selling his soul in a suicide part with the devil.....a self destructive myth gone berserk.
Is this Goethe’s Faust grabbling with Mephisto on Broadway’s great white way? Or further down at Lincoln Center..... the Met and Gounod’s legacy?
IV
Putting his act together in Bridgeport., Connecticut..the Bard’s own repertoire in the University’s library- our”Sabu” matriculating a low presence until he maxed his patience in Times Square Saturday night.
Gone was the Automat up a block. The chess ping pong second floor arcade opposite the automat..Bryant Park... the majestic library... the risque double feature movie houses.... porno shops.... New York Paramount Loews Criterion,, the recruiting station.......the underground shops ... the miles long subways... to the 5 boros ....
Coney Island..the boardwalk... Luna Park Steeplechase..the parachute jump.....
V
Who art this fellow? To act out such a vindictiveness? To ignore his own frailty by plotting the destruction of humans like himself except for his verbal facility in Pakistani dialects. But no difference in their fundamental breeding and biology.
Right? Right!.
Meanwhile our vet huckstering his ET tee shirts at ten bucks a throw saw the smoking car sucking air....and hailed one of New York’s finest.......( A hulking Hupmobile? ? A Nissan 500 @ Craig’s list hot rods?)
A guest appearance on “American idol: ,,,. A Distinguished Service Medal
VI
However the terrorist eluded capture, his name not on the most recent genome data base.... taking his seat on the aisle .. back of the bulkhead. strapping himself in for take off to Dubai on the Arabian Peninsula when a banging was heard “Open up in the name of the law” at the door.., ..the jet engines shooshing,...
The pilots into their check list for taxi img down the tarmac, awaiting the :go: from tower.....
The G men and the ghost of the Pink Panther (Peter Sellers) strode up the aisle toward the bearded 30 year old Sabu ......... aisle seat, his legs up against the bulkhead. ., no smoking sign on, .... the inter com.....”Fasten your seat belts.”
“I’ve been waiting for you,”said “Sabu” as the Pink Panther placed his right hand on his shoulder, clutching an ET tee shirt in his left..
“Gotcha chum..”
JFK tarmac Cinco de Mayo 2010
