Dumbo Cafe, March 19th, 2017
Two young women were sitting near me. They appeared to be studying and they sounded smart. My poetry meter peaked and so I asked. Usually I write the encounter and biography, but Hannah, a student at a localish college, provided me with her own:
Dancer, fledgling philosopher,
mover, lover…isn’t it all
poetry, creeping towards
death, leaping in to the light
the gasman pumps my fresh steed
with breath, resuscitates that which
for a year lurked patient in the
background of the biggest growth
spurt in my little life
soft hum, shiny lump of metal
& rubber & grease wait’s for me.
I always kind of knew what I
needed to make life in NY livable
but too poor, too stingy to shell out
200 clams I waited until it slapped
me in the face
In a mad attempt to taste
a glimpse of the undesired
future I hoisted you in to
a time capsule, last ditch.
Now sometimes you are all I
need, my dusty rusty noble
steed
pushing me up and over hills,
just you, and me, and Goodbye
Yellow brick road
disregarded! Forgotten! Was it
U who chose I?
¡VIVA LA BICICLETA!