A new poem by Jerry McGrath

Walser in Nolita

I came upon it this morning,
walking down Elizabeth Street.
Last night it poured so nothing
would’ve happened there.
People were gardening so
I talked with them, feeling the fit
of the place. Later, on the bus
I met a red-haired beauty
called Emma Day. Southern accent.
Said she was a nomad.
Gave her my card.
Said she was also a twin.
Second twin in four days.
First was Tiffany, a waitress
on Spring Street. She poured me
generous glasses of wine.
Oh, NYC!