Sunday, February 6, 2011

New York Story, Another Day
Drinking,
Eating,
Under a moonless sky a cafe bleeds:
laughter,
thoughtful cries,
these words as slashing tongue cuts storied wounds:
A tired New York City, like a hero I can't say
movies,
books,
politics best avoided
Then we speak the character of man: cynical and loving,
we fight some more
The touch of drink as lonely voice mixed with bedraggled eyes,
we argue on
but a skyscraper's whisper: its closing time, 3am
Come home again they say and drink with us
A New York song I'll play for another day

13 comments:

Old Ollie said...

Solid one - you are fresh!

Welcome back.

Fireblossom said...

m-muh-muh-MY Corona...

Oh wait, that was something else.

oopsies.

Kim Nelson said...

ade me want to go back to NYC NOW!

Philip Thrift said...

New York at night, a moment nicely captured.

oldegg said...

I love the expression of a cafe bleeds:laughter, thoughtful cries...

Nunee said...

I love this!!!! Growing up close to NY...I can say you captured this perfectly :)

Jane Doe said...

I've never been to New York, but you've made it sound wonderful.

Anonymous said...

'Come home again' they say and drink with us - great line, square corn. What happened to the challenge? Seems like it never happened.
-mdog

Jingle Poetry said...

awesome.
you rock.

Jingle Poetry said...

Welcome Join Jingle Poetry Potluck week 21,
Feel free to share 1 to 3 old poems or random poems, cheers.

Love your talent demonstrated here,
Hope to see you share.
xxx

Human Paradox said...

Good to see you back in the saddle SC. This poem makes me think of overweight cops chasing fat NYC rats - and I don't mean felons, gangbangers and troublemakers.

Mary said...

SC, hope you had a relaxing, enjoyable time away and that your vacation yielded lots of material for poetry!

Dave Firth said...

Very nice, glad that I've found you