Walking The Sidewalks Of Brooklyn

bigwolf


Just walking down the sidewalk
As some smile as they pass
Others go along about their way
Even though I am in the city
I can find myself feeling alone
While the city belongs to me today


While walking the sidewalks of Brooklyn
Watching the kids in the park
Their mother's happily talking
I watched them until it got dark
Only then did I remember I
Was meeting someone there
So I ran down to the corner
He was pacing, for he cared
We greeted each other and then
Kept walking but not very far
We stopped to grab some dinner
And found this Italian place
The food was so delicious
The waiter full of grace
While dining they played music
Italian songs they were
We couldn't understand
The words but the music
webbed a spell
The night turned into magic
The moon came out to play
We strolled under the trees
While the street lights led the way


The walk continued on
As we heard music and songs
Arriving at a little club to dance
I took her hand and took a chance
We held each other close
No one else will dance with her
I will not give them that chance


I took a chance and danced with him
While talking to myself
So glad I was my face felt hot
My red dress swirled and swirled
We danced all night until the dawn
We did not feel like stopping
Then I remember the Promanade
And we went there still talking


Sitting there, holding each other
As the morning came unto us
We decided it was time to head home
You live close by and I am further away
Arriving at your apartment, I kissed you gently
Neither one of us wanted to be alone


As the sun broke over the river
we could both see the Brooklyn bridge
Lady Liberty holding her torch
What a feeling it was to be free

  • Authors: bigwolf, Soki
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  • Finished: March 22nd, 2013 23:06
  • Limit: 6 stanzas
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  • baj-a

    To be here in America on the streets of Brooklyn
    where everything seemed more alive
    than I've ever felt before
    we danced on the Brooklyn Bridge
    sang dirges in the park
    as the sun came up around us
    bringing night out of the dark.

  • bigwolf

    Thanks for the add baj-a, we need you on the next poem.

  • Cheeky Missy

    Bravo and hurrah! You two made a lovely job of it. I enjoyed it. The city and love as night weaves its tapestry romance seems too fond of anyway. Lovely and beautifully rendered with excellent imagery. I enjoyed it. Encore, encore!

    ttfn,
    Jenny

  • bigwolf

    Thank you Cheeky Missy,



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