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