Mon-Fri, 5pm-4am; Sat-Sun, noon-4am
6 at Bleecker St.; F at Second Ave.
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Bob Holman, a bearded, linen-suited veteran of St. Mark’s Poetry Project and the Nuyorican, founded the Bowery Poetry Club in 2002 as a haven for verse in all its forms—not just the shrill nursery rhymes and political rants associated with its noisier, smokier forebears. The stage and DJ booth loom impressively over the café’s sleek tables and exposed-brick walls, focusing all eyes and ears on performers who, in a single night, can range from improv-Dada-cabaret group the Typing Explosion to Bowery flophouse poet Bingo Gazingo. Big shows and regular gigs draw the steadiest audiences, but the chilled-out, wireless-accessible coffee shop opens at noon Tuesday through Sunday and at 6pm on Mondays. “We’re trying to make it a place where you can hang out,” Holman says, “and let inspiration take its time.”
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.