New York, New York
January 6, 2013 § 8 Comments
Two Far Niente’s running through me I am ready…
for the night to come in to take me The stroke of midnight to tick, tick new— complete and kiss me.
* * *
“Looks like you need to get in here”, says New Yorker to [me] the Gypsy.
I smile, step up, he lifts and cheers my empty cup.
“You need a drink, what are you drinking?” “Chardonnay” says [me] the Gypsy.
* * *
Sleek and polished, like a present wrapped in gold, Christmas eve night Under the Beach Tree light, he stood there looking shiny, beautiful, bright.
* * *
He was kind, yes very kind, as he handed me my wine. Oh New York, Oh New York… Oh you New Yorker.
“Come this way”, he says and guides me, as we dive into the flurry New Years Eve blinged-out young dresses Breaking stride, as we bump tresses.
“You are too nice”, New Yorker says, “I can tell — not from the city. “I am not”, replies the Gypsy.
“I will teach you, you must be taught, you need a spine hard as rock”
“Please do teach me, I’d like to learn, to be colder like a New Yorker”.
“You need another Chard before we step onto the dance floor”
Chard in hand, Gin in his, we’re on the floor and then…
we danced.
* * *
We danced, and danced.
* * *
The band played waves swayed, night young our stage won— moon laughed, as we swayed all night all night long [just as you would imagine a Gypsy girl with a New Yorker].
* * *
I met his friends who gave me beads— I lost my hat, my heart— and my golf cart.
* * *
I got my kiss, my New Years kiss, then resolved to never dance again
Unless, with a New Yorker… while the band plays, and waves are crashing like in the movies [fireworks exploding] As on my New Years, New Years Eve —2013.
Then on the beach, we kissed again, under the moon he held my hand The first of January is when it happened The beach of Hualalai with my New Yorker.
We kissed all night. Moon sunk, as sun spoke up, “It’s time I rise, you must be going…“
* * *
The crack of dawn, I strolled home slowly Thinking of New York, New York oh you New yorker.
* * *
“I’m glad I met you”, he messaged later “I’m eating eggs, and turkey bacon. Flight leaves at noon, I must be going I hope I see you, soon again”
And then the story ends
On pen… yet not in my head
Because it’s midnight, and we’re still kissing, the moon is laughing, the band is playing We’re acting care-free, we are happy
…still in my head.
New York, Oh my New York, Oh you New Yorker.
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A wonderful story told by a wonderful poet. May 2013 keep your New Yorker alive and dancing in your mind.
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A very nice tale. Good to wander away from home and create memories. A excellent poem.
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Happy New York Year!
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Oh, what an amazing picture.
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very very nice
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Hope this is not where the story ends either on pen, in your head or outside. Hope the gypsy carries on with the New Yorker. 🙂 Lovely story well told!
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I will tell him you said so 😉
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very lovely! i can imagine you dancing away along the streets of new york!
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