(New York, New York)

 

Rue 57

 

Her lips were soft

As the flame behind the

Red glass candleholders at

The bar she stood w/ them

She was a sultry blonde in black

W/ a scarf around her waist

Yeah, what’s not to like

About Manhattan? The

Women are friendly – amazingly

Delicious like wine soaked

California stars above an island

The magic of Native American Indians

Pointing out the right signs & symbols

Which led me here – drinking

And trying to be nonchalant

While being checked-out by

Lovely sets of eyes in judgment

Or at least a common curiosity

For what kind of person I may be

With my straw hat, faded jeans,

Black shirt w/ an alligator in green,

Green army bag for wartime journalists,

And black pony hair Diesel watch w/ silver

- Studs and a mirrored face w/ punk accents -

                                    Thick black shades conceal my brown eyes

“Yeah, I made another copy to keep for myself –

I’m gonna set it in my latest book of poems

Called Everyday Media – I’m almost complete –

Thanks for the drink – I appreciate it – You’re sweet.

When I come back w/ my friends or to visit I wanna

See you again, alright. Okay, cool. Yeah, that’s cool.”

Uhm. I’m worried – Oh, I’m always in love.

 

Love                Love

Love                Love

Love                Love

Love                Love

Love                Love

Love                Love

 

 

 

 

John A. Conte JR

mystrawhat.com