"I'm just a curbside prophet, with my hands in my pocket, and I'm waiting for my rocket to come...."
These are the lyrics to CURBSIDE PROPHET; written and performed by one of my favorite singer/songwriters Jason Mraz. Since moving to NYC in 2006 I have come across my fair share of these curbside prophets. I know you are rolling your eyes and saying," Those crazy homeless people should be in the looney bin." But one second my friends. Do Not Count These Urban Nomads out quite yet.
Like I said a few posts back, I live in Harlem. For those of you who don't know the manhattan lay out, Harlem is what we NYer's call UPTOWN. For the regular citizen that means from Central Park North(110th ST.) up to 155th st. This extend width wise from the Hudson River(West Side) to the East river and Harlem River(East side). This is the complete width of the island in Upper Manhattan. For the average tourist's general information, Times Square is on 42nd street and Broadway(the Street. Since I live Uptown, and most of my life in NYC revolves around Midtown and Downtown on the West side, I end up spending a lot of time on the city's MTA (Metropolitan Transit Authority). Because most NYer's depend on Mass transit to get for place to place, you get a nice cornucopia of people in the subway or bus that you ride everyday. Now, it's always a safe bet to sit next to the yuppie, wall street stock broker, but who wants to go through life living the "safe" way all the time. I personally don't. I love a little flavor in my days, so, sometimes I purposely sit next to the bum or bag lady or guy/girl talking to themselves.
Now, a lot of times, these characters are a little looney. But, many of these people have been on the streets for a number of years. Bouncing from shelter to shelter, train to train, station to park, back alleys to curbside. And, since this portion of the population is unemployed, they spend a lot of their time observing the ever changing NYC culture. They are like walking museum exhibits, breathing SoHo art pieces, living East Village Performance Art, and pulsing history book on NYC living. Many things can be learned from these self-talking nut jobs. Many a prophetic word can be said beneath the bits of insanity. Oh yeah, an interesting and informative conversation can come from these not so fresh smelling folks too! If ever I come across these panhandling, buscar-type, quick scheming crazies, I turn my ipod off, put my book away and switch roles with them. I BECOME THE OBSERVER. I BECOME THE QUIET SPONGE ABSORBING NYC LIFE. I BECOME THE LISTENER. Sometimes, the things you hear come out of their mouths can change your life.... really.
Next time you pass a crazy or a street dweller, drop back, listen, observe, and take into consideration that they aren't as crazy as they would like you to believe. Take some time and bow down(metaphorically speaking) to the CURBSIDE PROPHETS!