goodbye New York…

i sat lonely…

park bench was my home…

peasant in this land…

listening to jazz as night creeped on…

bass line kept my interest…

belly ached…

mind raced…

back to a time…

when moon beams shined on lovers along Lexington Avenue…

and cabbies line up at Punjab palaces…

all night bodegas sellin’ coffee and scratch-off games…

garbage trucks go by…cops fly into night…ambulances picked up passengers to Bellevue…

Mexican line cooks in back alleys smokin’ and jokin’…

waitresses out spendin’ their loot…

barkeeps takin’ orders from tykes who’ll drink till dawn…

and poets dream of words and semicolons…words and semicolons…

I thought of you New York…

dreamt of your arms ’round me…

kisses in the wind…

the scent of your breath in autumn’s air…and that scarf worn to hide traces of love…

Manhattan…Manhattan…back when you were my woman…a million goodnights…a million goodnights…

i bid you farewell…

goodbye you mad lady…

so long my love…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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