New York (Winter Mosaic) Poem by Ethan Moyer

Tranquility and
Sincerity.
On the
Blue Train,
Evening Train,
And dreaming of
Holiday children,
In the
Snowflake city
And white trees
In hibernation
With the 52nd street jazz
Quartet,
Bumming their sad
Eyes to the holiday
Train stations.
Black suitcases,
Corner hats,
Vixen cats hanging the on
The street light
Trying to make rent
With god and
The Manhattan dreams,
Burning in the coffee houses.
Keep warm with the piano jazz,
Setting the college mood
For lusted star lovers,
Children, grandmothers
Gin and tonic brothers
And subway bums
Keeping cool to the
Fire.
Smooth
Skating;
Frozen ponds.
Vintage street lights,
Rest.
Old stories,
Winter dreams,
December bones.
Joyful mornings.
Silent nights;
Peace on earth.
We can still hear
Coltrane praying
To the streets.