The St. Regis Hotel
- New York
Lit up like a jar
full of
Lightening bugs
It's July
New York, New York
Is so alive
Eyes rolling, trains
Stretching along
tracks -
Explosive lights,
dimmed
Rooms - we're never
alone
She had an elegant
gaze
I felt her warm
stare
She also had good
Confidence in her
Halston dress
She must've been 55
to my 34
On my way to 35
The bartender knew
I'll have another
vodka gimlet
Please. I had about
five.
I was entertained by
Some people I didn't
know.
Strangers talking
for sport
Of a heroin dealer
busted
Up stairs in one of
the suites
With a confederate
flag on the
Bed while meditating
on top
With two .44 caliber
pistols
Of Civil War era -
antiques -
Six shooters w/ an
eight-inch barrel
Apparently he was
from New Orleans
And had a lucrative
business in heroin
But because of greed
he axed middlemen
Now in town to for
the business himself
Too big of a fish to
swim here
He was busted w/ his
guns, heroin
The Confederate flag
and his arrogance
This makes drunken
rock stars look good
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John A. Conte`
JR
