Friday, October 3, 2014

Walking Down Second Avenue

I was walking down
Second Avenue and saw
on a bench by the deli
scribbling in his notebook
as he usually does at lunchtime
when he wanders from
the museum the one with
the paint flung against
canvases (Pollock) (de Kooning)
on the bench he’s spilling
color and listening to jazz
(Miles Davis)  (or was it Brubeck?)
He looks up and see through
me not at me not me
and mutters something about
and lunch.


My post this week at Tweetspeak Poetry: September Beats: Frank O’Hara

Photograph of Frank O’Hara from a 2006 exhibit at the Museum of Modern Art Library.

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