Dolan's Nook cafe, on The City's west-side;
people come for joe.....the Wall St. Journal.
Meanwhile, outside...on the flagstone patio,
two elderly women gossip o'er gaelic roast-
while musing 'bout Ellis and New York City,
talking 'bout the lady wading in th' Hudson,
sipping Irish Coffee.....by a riverside sunset,
afront the drifted dunes of th' Hudson River,
the artist's centerpoint of New York Harbor
where Sunsets and Liberty paint the twilight.
Admiring the lady, in her long copper drape,
arm stretched high, amber torch...glistening
off the falling Sun, inspiring evenings' scape,
said one woman to the other...quite casually,
her aged eye's afixed.....on beauty's paragon:
'This is why we may come n' go as we please'.
Her friend nodded with smile.....and replied;
'So very true my dear.. so true as true can be,
But the question in my mind, is do you think -
Bartholdi could've brewed good Irish Coffee'?
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HAPPY 243RD BIRTHDAY UNITED STATES of AMERICA!
May God, Freedom and Liberty guide our every
seed we sew.May Peace & Justice be its growth.
©Frank James Ryan, Jr./FjR
All Rights Reserved- MMXIX
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