Music Night in New York City
It's loud but soft,
the taste of youth and merry in the air.
Words become song,
guided by soft humming
which cuts the evening like a blade
of spicy sound
to tingle the tastebuds within the
ear.
Tangy couples break
the nothingness of reality.
Sweet aromas of the mid-day snacks
whet the hunger
for more
of the audible delectability of the
dancing music notes swimming
out of the
blood of the woman I call
"mother".
"Forget me not," chimes her voice.
"I shall never," I reply
as her songbird chirps away at my
soul.
Now I am branded
with three letters
on my soul...
N
Y
C
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