Leather Jacket

Wrapped in your big black scarf
You slid on your classic leather jacket
And smiled
With dynamic charm.
I would not have guessed you were unwell.
You left the building,
I stood where you last saw me, stunned.

Stuck with these words
I thought you had dressed for
A Manhattan spring,
On your way to brave the
Breeze through Washington Square,
To saunter to the Bitter End.

There, you would find out
Who’s playing,
What’s going down,
To join the intrigue
That electrifies the nights in the Village.

I can only imagine
Meeting you at a SoHo trattoria,
Where
In your leather jacket,
You pull out those stories from your pockets
Like ribbons of pasta
Coated in the sauce of gossip,
Making the cool night glow.