New York Day

Had an old-time New York day – 
Took the bus to see a play.
Understudy for the star – 
Still, the show was up to par.

Dinner in a lovely place – 
Food and beer we could embrace.
Friendly waitress and, a plus – 
Cool young couple next to us.

Conversation quickly flowed,
Even though we’d not helloed.
She – Jamaican, he, a Swede – 
Classy, hip and fun, indeed!

For dessert, some key lime pie;
Bid our friends a sweet goodbye.
Caught the bus and headed home
To capture it within a poem.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Kingston Avatar
June 19, 2024 at 5:51 PM
What a wonderful day you had, so well organized and fun. Hooray ! I used to live outside the city and my step father ran the Rainbow Room on Rockfeller Plaza I wonder what you enjoyed for your meal. and where you ate. I want key lime pie now. :) Your poem brought back nice memories. for me. I enjoyed it so much.
Slaughter Avatar
June 14, 2024 at 1:06 PM
Excellent piece, Ilene. One of my main ambitions is to see a Broadway play...understudy or not. In the two or three times when I have been in NYC, I just never seemed to be able to fit it into my schedule.
Rolland Avatar
June 4, 2024 at 4:49 PM
would like so much, share a restaurant in NY, your poem is exquisite and lovely, simple moments are the best, thank you Ilene
Dietrich Avatar
June 3, 2024 at 8:38 AM
Love this, Ilene.
Wolf Avatar
June 2, 2024 at 9:54 PM
This is just the 'bee's knees,' Ilene. I mean this sincerely. It is soooooo good. So rich in fun, just the right touch of nostalgia, and such an upbeat lilt to it. I just LOVE this poem! Thanks. FAVE. FAVE. FAVE! :) Gershon
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