The First Time Ever
"The Lobster House" on the St.
Johns River in Downtown-Downtown 1950s
Jacksonville, Florida, was where
"The Creaturefrom the Black Lagoon" crawled
up from the deep onto a riverfront
deck to howls of derision at Hollywood
hucksters from an island girl and her
Friday-night, dining-out friends.
In her just-married uber-sophistication
she would order a MANHATTAN,
unaware of the eminence of that dark
and delicious libation: a cherry
within for a small town girl with a yen
for New York City, never dreaming
she would one day stand, island-girl-
awed, for the first time ever in the middle
of Times Square: riveting heart of
Manhattan as swirling headlights of
cars spelled consummation.
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