- Non-Erotic Poetry
- City Gift
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Click hereSomeday
at the Library Hotel,
I'll show you a balcony
and the stone lion view
across the avenue.
They've seen everything,
but don't crack a fang.
The junkie jugglers
and chessmen in Washington Square
will barely notice us
though we'll fly into Manhattan singing
the George Washington Bridge song.
I'll feed you pistachio gelato,
and jazz will dawn at sunset
in St Peters. I'll light a candle
for Prez and Papa Jo,
my swing saint guardian cats.
Gershwin's ghost will smile
on us from an invisible
all-night coffee shop
in Tin Pan Alley.
Books will whisper goodnight
from the snuggery of their shelves.
Sweet dreams, you timeless lovers,
drooping wide-eyed,
fallen into the blare
of sleepy night sleepy beats.
- COMMENTS
LeBrozabout 17 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 35,000 poems.
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LeBrozabout 17 years agoAnother wonderful NYC vision from the frozen tundra of Maine's frigid forests.
jd4georgeover 19 years agoand saw the gifts in the city. However, because I liked this so much, I wanted an edgier, stronger ending verse.
PatCarringtonover 19 years agothose are the streets i walked every night / i played chess and watched bocce in washington square / this really is a terrific piece of poetry, and it hits home for me /
Tathagataover 19 years agoand jazz and you ??
What more is there?
Another adrenaline infused kerouac trip with Ange to her world where jazz is still played and people talk about real things.
I love this world
Thank you for letting me visit
