Man from Kosovo

Went into a pizza place today on 2nd avenue and chatted for a bit with the owner of the place, who was a really sweet man from Kosovo who's been in NYC for 25 years now. A young, blonde and very obviously homeless girl, who couldn't have been any older than 30 walked in with filthy skin and ripped clothes. The owner gave her a free soda and pizza. I thought that was really nice. Something about him and what he did will stay with me. Going to write a song about him. Already have some lyrics written down. I think he is a really kind man who did what not many struggling restaurant owners would have done.