(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
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