Come Back To Me Now

The grand wind blows as it hums along – This dark and grey velvet morning hardly risen. A well dressed classy drunk smears her finger across The doorman’s lips and whispers, “Don’t tell anyone.” Stumbling along while someone else curses A garbage truck outside stops and reverses - – beep – beep – beep. Standing there in her favorite long coat The desk clerk seems to gloat - Gloat over every marvelous thing she ever wanted. In this, the one day when she is thinner - Outside a siren shrieks repeating the tormented, Is she a saint or a sinner? Finally the quiet idles up there eternal Inside her blessed Penthouse suite. From her barred window she watches a crosswalk signal Still standing in her long winter coat. Across the alley she sees someone on a fire escape, As they wrap around and escape down the funnel. In the serenity of the street below a Cupid like boy Salutes his mother. The mother stoops to pat him on his noggin. Then mommy makes a sculpture of her packages, As the boy salutes again. Up there behind her bars the drunk thinks she is different somehow. Taking off her coat she opens a book entitled “Value” Finding a written sentence that ends with “come back to me now.” She gives the legacy a second look And thinks how absolutely - positively - wondrously dear - If only she could believe what she read - And then she disappears.