(on green dolphin street)
a warm spring day. reminiscent of paris,
the paris of anais & henry &
june. the paris of lovers. air so soft, so
warm, so wet, it feels like a passionate kiss.
i go downtown. i go to the library.
the books i want are never here, but there are
so many others that call to me, old friends
i love & new friends i am just meeting. back
out on the street, standing on the corner, waiting
to cross. i watch the working world go by. no
life for me! i need poetry & music.
time for a drink. jazz on the jukebox. on green
dolphin street. a new love reminiscent of
an old love. oh what, do i want? i don’t know…