we headed
into the city
by boat.
when the
Staten Island
Ferry came in
it was rough
and smacked
the dock.
no harm was
done and we
reached the
city by six.
by that time
the father of
one of our
buddies had
made reservations
for us at a
high-class
steakhouse.
one of those
places where
half a glass of
wine is twenty
bucks a sip.
it was the best
meal I had ever
eaten, but I have
to admit, walking
out without being
asked if I wanted
the bill felt
unnatural.
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BEATNIK: A Poetry Collection
PoesieThe first book in the "Beatnik Trilogy" of contemporary poetry collections.
