I found the voice
Of my tapestry
I found the song
Of the reverie
Inked onto a wall
Graffitied , dirty little building
Off Church and Canal
I felt the buzz
Standing on the High Line
I felt the voices
Magnified on the door of the Dakota Roadhouse bar
Drunk, little waitress
Feeding us whiskey and tonics
I lost track
Of time on the A train
I lost track
In the Standard, beer garden
Hungry, lost boys
Ate with bare hands and empty bellies
I joined them
With pints of Bitburger and bratwurst
I joined them
With laughter and frozen memories
I joined them
Powerful, evocative writing, strong poem.