Nocturne

Nocturne

Somewhere in the recesses of wayward thoughts
I approach the intersection where the
Cafe of Remembrances once stood.
I drink the last of its vestiges and
Beckon the street for a toast,
To ends and to beginnings and to the
Place where the nocturnes took repose
Just below voluptuous bosoms flush with
Smoke and light.

Art: “Queensboro Bridge”
Julian Alden Weir

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