Nick Toczek & Signia Alpha - Dead Lines

It's September in New York City
Days shorten and their balmy evenings
Populate piano-bars with jaded journalists
Wordsmiths of world-weary wisdom
Authors of an uncertain age
Who're handsomely paid to pit their pithy wits
By penning pieces impaling the mood of the moment
Zooming in on the zeitgeist
The barmen are there to pour them all one more,
One more and one more for the road
But theirs is never a novel
Only an endless stream of counted column inches
Which map the monthlies, weeklies and dailies
Of this city's magazine-stands
It's the late 1940s
What drives their writing is a blend of alcohol and chain-smoking
With a war just won
Their thoughts tumble as freely as autumn's falling leaves
And cynicism rules
Dorothy Parker, Lillian Helman, Martha Gellhorn, Hedda Hopper
Walter Lippmann, H.L Mencken, Louella Parsons, Dorothy Thompson, Walter Winchell

Written by:
Nick Toczek

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