New York

I dream of New York

I dream of the smell along sixth street, little india

The sharp bite of winter at your cheeks, slowly crushing your fingers,

Your hand still buried deep in her grasp.

Walking in chelsea extending your eyes and imagination into the hotel on 23rd street.

Sitting in a restaurant on king street, willing my beautiful Patti to venture out of her home.

Fur coats in soho, rushing clothes rails and flashing cameras, beautiful elegant girls

Sitting on a bar stool sipping red wine, or coffee, or erbal tea

Smooth legs to their armpits.

The smell of time square and the rush from the subway to the theater,

Leaving the theater hopefully hopeful and not disappointed. 

Eating 24 cent noodles, two packets for dinner, and another because they taste good.

Decorating another crummy apartment, feeling joyful.

All those inspired people that changed the world.

Huge piles of fruit at whole foods and fish and mountains of cheese, in individual plastic tubs.

The angelica cinema, weeping alone at another film, breathing deeply walking back to the apartment, glad to look up.

I dream of hours in Barnes and Noble, buying another poetry book when all those others on the red bookshelf at home remain unfinished.

The magnolia bakery, and sitting at a chess table eating a cupcake in the shade.

Uptown! Above 14th street, like a day trip to another city taken only once every two months.

Corn and batted eyelashes from those girls all dripping with personality. And the man in the top hat across the street, painting another daft pop art monstrosity. 

I dream of that wonderful solitude that only a city like new york can offer, alone in the park, part of a community of peace and silence for as long as you choose.

My love, with dinner on the table and surprises in the wings.

Treats on west broadway, getting lost in china town.

Burgers in corner bistro, beers thrown down the bar.

Dollar oysters in the lower east side and Decent wine in my favourite restaurant in the world.

Meeting strangers of fame and monopolizing a Karaoke booth!

Spending money which you dont have on booze or fancy dinner or another item of clothing.

Magic hour, following in the footsteps of my hero.

Truly living a dream.

I love to love New York.