Three pigeons perched one-legged
on a rusty storefront neon sign
A young daughter shares a chocolate cone with her father
while friends chat fashion in Russian.
Elevator jazz interrupts the soft buzz of casual conversations.
Some moments later, Gypsy Kings in lieu of Johnny Coltrane,
the pigeons take off in unison
and the rusty sign, now in motion with the afternoon wind
no longer holds my attention.
2 thoughts on “coney island”
Nick, I really like your blog!