For a 90 degree day in New York...

 

New York Reflections

A fatter "Doc Brown" walks by, sporting chomp't cigar and bald spot

and a shirt depicting Ecuador

BUT

his demeanor depicts the city

confident and filthy

radiant and gross

flip flopping

on

pissy concrete

dodging

the poop

 

An older white skinned Latino, resting keys and black sunglasses on his crotch

with khaki shorts and knees raised high

with a fatness to his shape

AND

hopefulness in his view

of the water and buildings

erected just for him

and his visions

for the future

a mind's eye

of

uninterrupted progress

 

Then, there's the skinny Travis Bickle pigeons

yearning for the dirt

of old New York

when gay Robbies were persecuted

and

wouldn't have it any other way

with cocaine

SEX

and rebellion

 

but…

 

It's all absorbed now

In the reflections of old cylinders

In the inky East and Hudson

In the silence of the park

In the damper

In the doldrums

In the punch bowl

We call

NEW YORK

 

H Freiwald