New Beginning or End

Wears a thin black dress
many see right through
far side of the room
I can tell it is you,
Large noisy crowd
wine flowing free
casually walk your way
you recognize it’s me,

No smile, but not a grimace
something in between
your silhouette is still
tall, tan and lean,
Last saw each other
train station in Milan
north Italian rain
an hour before dawn,

We’ll meet in New York City
meet in Paris, France
somewhere in Argentina
learn that sensual dance,
But here we are instead
political fund feed
where time seems to slow
less than a quarter-speed,

Move to stand in front of you
touch your hand, your shoulder
fearing that perhaps
I might do something bolder,
You say that I look good
but you, I think, look better
nice to see you again
what about this crazy weather?

I hear your moved back
to the Lower East Side
are you still in Montana
we had quite a ride,
Waitress fills our glasses
to the rim with Costco wine
politics of passion
sometimes works out fine,

So we listen to his speech
the perfectional applause
our mutual long-time friend
we know most of his flaws,
What about later
do you have plans, or not
where are you staying
on a friend’s basement cot,

Walk out to the patio
the sky is threating rain
just like in Milan
perhaps much the same,
Let’s meet in some new city
some place we’ve never been
start a new beginning
or end one, again,