Conversing With a Stranger

Conversing with a stranger Is a New York City norm, To comment on a situation Or to just inform. My chat with stranger #1 Took place as we observed A tow truck hooking up a car Which likely it deserved… For it was parked illegally. My stranger friend and I Agreed that we would hate to be The “where’s-my-car-at?”guy. My next exchange took place At the St. Patrick’s Day Parade. A woman with green gloves enjoyed A choice that I had made. “I like your earrings – though they’re green, They’re subtle, yet they say I’ve got my Irish on to hear The bagpipes holding sway.” We chatted then ‘bout this and that As bands came into view; But what’s her name or where’s she live? I haven’t got a clue. What I love about the city is The choice is ours to make – Converse or blend into the crowd; There isn’t much at stake. Anonymity’s the rule Though strangers, when connected, May enjoy a conversation Knowing nothing is expected.