On Thursday I Will Drink a Tomatoe Juice in Montreal

 On Thursday I will drink a tomatoe juice in Montreal, 
I'll hope for rain, for lights reflected
across the windshields of double parked cars;
weather to fit my mood, the half-shut eyes
of a midnight cocktail shaker alone at the bar. 
I'll visit all the situations in the city. 

Montreal was crazy that winter for old rock and roll; 
girls two-stepped with each other in cellar clubs. 
I'll try to exorcise ghosts 20-years old;
your packed bags by the door, a drained juice glass
and a taxi sounding its horn. I had on white heels, 
it was that long ago.

Reviews

[Tree]

I love this Anne. There is an art to reminiscing, best told in poetry or
paint. You do this well, here. Another good example of this type of writing
is featured by the poet Frank O'Hara in the poem: The Day Lady Died. If
you can find it check it out, I have a feeling you might like it.

Diego

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

Very nice, Anne! I've was in Toronto for a short while - a long time ago. I never made it to Montreal but I hope to some day. I hope to remember this poem if I do.

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

I'm reading it again. It's just as fresh as then. Toronto too had those places... that's my context as I appreciate your own vignette. I savor it, like the "cocktail shaker", the crazy winter and the 20-year-old ghosts. A great set of lines, Anne.