my city

a night in the GRap

 

the city is alive tonight

blues on the mall

people to watch
people watching me

motorcyclists soliciting rides

 

teens are at the Grille

some are lined up to lounge

on Bar Divani’s couches

friends are at Flannagan’s

 

two old men told me i should go

to The Drink

that’s where people dressed like me

go

they said

 

can i buy you a drink?

 

my girl

is makin’ out with buck-tooth-Bobby

introduced me to what she called

his hot friend

i nearly barfed, and i

am the only sober one within blocks

 

then she moved down the bar

to rub on another usual suspect

the nightlife fascinates me

people intrigue me, but

 

nothing surprises me anymore

 

i wish i had a man

to roam the streets with

to have good times with

to show me the difference

between a man and a boy

 

in the GRap

the boys are vaguely men, and

the men are surely boys

a single woman is best kept

single

 

in this city of mine

a date is dried fruit, so

i return home to nibble

on my fruit & nut medley, and

 

rehearse this verse

Reviews

[Michael Lasalle]

Colette,
This city, painted picture perfect,
the bar strand is alive, as seen
through wallflower eyes, seeking
more creative things, still fully
cruisin to the beat of her own
drum, leaving the scene merely leads
the way home, As i found myself
hypnotizid to the last verse.
Splendid poem, much love, mike

[Everett DeValle]

Ha ha ha..awesome write. Fulfilling read.

[Julian]

Fascinating insight of your forays into the city's night life and the relection in the cold light of day back at home. That fruit and nut sure works wonders! lol Nice to see a post from you...Julian:)