Short Fifth Avenue Poems

What a woman blessed with million dollar looks!
However, we haven’t seen you recently.  What cooks?
You were found shoplifting.  What a stupid thing to do!
They caught you red handed at Saks Fifth Avenue.
I don’t believe it.  Tell me it isn’t true!...

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I'll spend this Christmas with none but you,
a time we'll relive old times anew,
in ecstasy on fifth avenue.
From nightfall until the skies turn blue,
fun will bid boredom a last adieu.
In this yuletide our love will renew
vintage affections beheld by few,
void of any pretentious residue,
because this Christmas is all about you....

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From steppes remote
    luxurious mink coats
  Fine leather boots
    tailored suits

  Fancy shoppes
    five-star hotels
  Back of splashy nightclubs
    exclusive brothels

  Rolls-Royces
    and Bentleys
  S-t-r-e-t-c-h ... L-i-m-o-u-s-i-n-e-s
    cafes serving the finest cuisine

  Wide-eyed with wonder
    passersby gape
  Dreams of Fifth Avenue 
    from tottering fire escapes...

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MUSIC

walking one night
i heard the same dirty sax
i hated
when she walked out on me
at club sleezy


fiddling unafraid
on fifth avenue for experience
the whores    pickpockets walking by
taking a bite
of the big apple


sam
at the steinway grand
cocktail music
for love or misery
or both


one hundred
on stage at the philharmonic
the audience
rich and poor alike
fused as one by ravel

Dave Austin...

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I now live in the country 
Where I can take my pet gargoyle for a brisk walk
Among roosters, foxes, and quail.

They pretend indifference.
None staring
None pointing feathers, claws or paws.
Not one screaming or shrieking.

Not one crossing the street in a prissy, haughty way
Like the stuck-up New Yorkers do when I take him for a
Walk down Fifth Avenue.

Only one of hundreds of reasons I 
Prefer living in the country…....

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Weird tourists from Iowa took readily to New York City
Taking photos of the sights, thinking they were witty.
Aren’t they cows? Someone asked on Fifth Avenue.
One is, the other is a bull, said his cousin, Boo.

The cow and the bull turned and one gave a loud moo.
Pretty soon they were chasing a frightened Boo.
That’s why I wish tourists would stay out of New York City.
Especially bulls with horns, who gore people not so pretty....

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