I should write you more often, I know.
But you are always in my thoughts.
For instance, I was thinking of you
as I was skipping down Skillman
this afternoon in the cold sun
of Sunnyside Queens
It's freezing don't you know.
But I was raring to go
once I started going
I had to do that
but then you know
put on Afrobeats
artist Tems
because she was a clue
in the most recent New Yorker crossword
medium difficulty
She guest appeared with Dave
(Dave is his whole name which I love.
I also love rhyming love with Dave.
Damn, how long can this aside go on?
A little longer I'm afraid : )
Oh hi!
I'm writing a poem again.
I almost forgot what that feels like.
It's a good thing to forget.
And even better to remember again.
Anyway, the name of the album is
The Boy Who Played The Harp.
My God, the flow of Dave!
Mighty Dave. And the weave
of Tems into the mix, and the weave
on Tems, or no, that's probably all real hair.
Goddess.
Well, that's when I thought of you, champ.
This album on this day I was thinking
you should take it for a spin
wherever you are and just strut.
You have a mighty fine strut.
I can only tell you what happened to me.
After a block or three I no longer cared
that it was cold, or I was tired.
I felt I could walk all day
and deep into the night too.
