New York doll

A smiling clown’s face is shining in the sky and I drink my coffee among pot bellied poets and pigs that fly. There’s a chalk outline around my dream of New York. I listen to the small talk. True love waits for me A New York doll who yells at the traffic, goes left if you say go right. She fell in love with this poet whose heart is a paperweight on an unpublished manuscript. Raindrops in the puddles, kissing and cuddling in the mad huddle. I found out you can take the girl out of New York but you can’t take New York out of the girl, whether she’s putting on her make-up or ordering takeaway, she’s a Cinderella in stilettos. New York in the winter is the big apple the snow white country took a bite out of. New York is not America said David Bowie once At night I shed my clothes, full of deciduous desire, moonlight bride shines through the windows and we slip into a first kiss.