Finding a Broadway, finding it ever, with its clang music
Its vamps, its sugar babies, its prevalent taxis and print news,
In such a.m., doing a danse macabre which (when you get down
To it) is every dance and shimmy, all your best moves and feels
Touring the dinner clubs and catching the jazz bands
Closing the after-hours so as to breakfast on the grapefruit
Splash the cream, swallow whatever juice that bit you
Leaving a big tip before a group visit to the foot masseuse
And watch the sky giving itself up, at last a thing like pure rain water.
Oh, you caught my two favorite people that ever lived. Caught them well. And for me.
ReplyDeleteKarin,
ReplyDeleteScott and Zelda. From college days (mine) on, a fascination. After my whirl around the Willow Ball, I was restless and had to do the town. S and Z were the result.
They're far back enough to begin being 'haunting'.
TFool
You write with delicious textures, T. My new favorite read.
ReplyDeleteHope your birthday was nice. xx
Willow,
ReplyDeleteProud to have you say that. As to birthday, got a treat of danish -- better than dog biscuits!
TFool
TF, I loved this as it so captured the Broadway of yore. I am not so certain how it is these days. It has been years since I have been back. I have often thought I should have been born in the Roaring 20's. I may have enjoyed it immensely. The cafe's would have been my preference. Sitting there sipping something lovely and magically discussing literature and world affairs. Today there is only Starbucks. I pick up my drink and go home.
ReplyDeleteCher,
ReplyDeleteMy personal knowledge of NYC is very limited, but it symbolizes a lot that is personal.
The 20s make me want Paris. But, then, Paris makes me want the wealth to enjoy Paris.
Cafe society, if there is one possible now, might approximate us on laptops -- perhaps right now -- 'conversing'.
Not quite the same.
TFool