POET WITH FEDORA

 

walking across the east village 

warm windy spring night 

that handsome hipster 

cat with that hat 

breezed by

 

blocks beyond

crowded church

basement hall

standing room

 

reading 

to my surprise

that very guy 

my mind 

ears & eyes

mesmerized 

 

waiting outside 

stalking

poetic prey 

make my move

get my groove

 

I know a little place

that is near my place

Dante’s Place

where whiskey flows 

like a towering inferno 

until dawn 

tiramisu is divine 

 

materialized metaphors

simulated similes 

for hours & ours

beginning without end

listening  to all his free verse

who knew he knew 

how  to rhyme me 

that  is how

I fell In love

with the poet

with the fedora 

 

 

 

 

TERRENCE SYKES

 

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