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Array ( [sid] => 24096 [catid] => 1 [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.


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New York Moments

Contributed by sugarboy on Monday, 29th September 2003 @ 10:45:00 PM in AEST
Topic: AngryPoetry



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.






Copyright © sugarboy ... [ 2003-09-29 22:45:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: New York Moments (User Rating: 1 )
by Dragons_Of_Rose on Tuesday, 30th September 2003 @ 08:38:43 AM AEST
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A place I'll probably never venture to heh. Too much of a city for me, I need my country.


Re: New York Moments (User Rating: 1 )
by Schnikes13 on Monday, 20th October 2003 @ 11:25:05 PM AEST
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Oh, just how I love New York!

This has a really good flow to it.

Nice job.




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