Friday, April 5, 2013

Gatsby in New York

You walk down Fifth Avenue
"walking cane here by your side".

You're the sound of the jazz bar in Sting's song..
'Englishman in New York'.

You cannot belong to boundaries..
Sound
stubble
eyes like black coffee
sophistication
like that Barney's hankerchief
you carry in your left pocket

Stopping
by the same window,
every night
looking into see if she is there.
You drink the black coffee in Stumptown
and like it ground a certain way
Fine but not too refined
like yourself
like that jazz note
flickering
hovering
over the ground
in Brooklyn
where the dark eyed Jews reside
by your
Leah.

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