Tuesday, April 13, 2010


napowrimo#13 ...crediting the first line to Norman Dubie...."the lights of the galaxies are strung out over a dipper of gin".


the lights of the galaxies
are strung out over a dipper of gin
lost in the Gotham stars
and solace of the Hudson
beyond the city that never sleeps
below the arch of Washington Square
above the urchin avenue of the bowery
fifteen steps down
stands the Village Vanguard
Bill Evans Trio
ghosts of the past jazz universe
calling the spirits
in a martini glass
strung out on gin


Anonymous said...

Fun take on the prompt. Bottoms up!

Systematic Weasel said...

Really enjoyable piece! Thanks for sharing.

flaubert said...

Wayne, New York New York! My hometown! Oh how I miss it! Great poem!

rallentanda said...

Fantastic. Loved it!

Only Footprints said...

I like how you tie the beginning and end together with your gin. Here's to you!

Richelle Dodaro said...

This was great! I especially liked the last three lines.

Francis Scudellari said...

I'm always partial to circular journeys. I love the jazz theme too.

Robin said...

Really well done! And, as a former New Yorker, I just have to love it!

Erin Davis said...

I love this.

Lydia said...

Love it, really love it. You nailed a certain New York feeling in this. My husband and I were married there at the Municipal Building almost 15 years ago.

Stiletto said...

What can I say? Fantastic!