Walking Down Second Avenue

I was walking down

Second Avenue and saw

Frank O’Hara sitting

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

Lana Turner

and lunch.

Related:

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.