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[aid] => Mick
[title] => New York Moments
[time] => 2003-09-29 22:45:00
[hometext] => Written to celebrate the city, past and present.
[bodytext] => Streetlights & curves of neon make a glow, reflected on rainwashed Fifty-Second Street, midtown Inside Three Deuces, a crush of bodies begets heat like a thousand suns. The atmosphere on stage is cool yet hectic; Miles, Monk, & Mingus hold court here. An icy trumpet run makes a satin blade through steamy air; a coal-black man in gray gabardine hold his date [in strawberry curls & flowered silk] by her waist; the solo halts; the couple applauds, spilling whiskey, and wails for more This was a far off moment- 1956 when the world was pure though even then, dope needles lined the cracks of Harlem sidewalks, a signal the renaissance was over Tonight, seddity girls from St. Albans, Queens roam in packs along brick Village sidewalks, slick with the perspiration of a passing squall, of New York summer. The Village Gate sits shuttered, and Coltrane has wailed his last- the copper-colored girls strut & sway in their bright designer frocks while the harsh metallic voices of hip-hop raconteurs blare from the windows of shiny Blazers & Cherokees. One New York moment dies away in memory while another lives on, through another rainy evening. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 260 [topic] => 6 [informant] => sugarboy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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