SATURDAY MORNING AFTER THE SNOW
FEBRUARY 3, 1996
AN EARLY RISER,
OF A WEEKEND
HERE IN GOTHAM, NYC.
I’M OLDER -NEARLY FIFTY- DARESAY WISER,
( PLEASE GOD WILLING )
HERE IN GOTHAM, NYC.
OF A WEEKDAY, ‘TIS A GIVEN
I MUST LABOR.
I AM A TRADESMAN
CRAFTING HARDWOODS, NYC.
AND MY DAYBREAKS PROMISED
BLESSING IS THE SILENT,
PREDAWN NEW YORK
CITY GOTHAM MAJESTY.
SO THE MORNING
COMES A WEEKEND
-OTHERS SLUMBER-
AND ON OCCASION
TO THAT TOO I DO AGREE,
BUT FOR THE MOST PART I’M UNWILLING
TO STAY UNDER
AND FORSAKE MY PRIVATE GOTHAM NYC
FOR ALTHOUGH I
MAY FEEL NOW AND THEN REMORSEFUL
OF A LIFETIME SOLD FOR WAGES
SPENT ‘FORE SEEN;
ITS A SINGULARLY TENDER QUIET MORSEL
ON LEXINGTON,
ON SATURDAY,
AT SIX-FIFTEEN.