A WALK IN THE OLD HAUNTS AFTER JIMMY
Copyright © 2018 by Marvin Cohen
No more Jimmy Stagno.
Now I don't know where to go
except to compensate with nostalgia
by walking along the same grounds
we used to both frequent for so many years
united in conversations along the way,
including the merriment of verbal play
ending in rounds of plain humor
and then a restaurant where all this continued.
I tried to repeat that in the same mood.
But tears interfered along the way.
I enjoyed the nostalgia. It was a good day.
One thing was inevitably lacking.
I didn't get his personal backing.
The mood turned to extreme blacking.
By now it was lonely night
fraught with the bitterness of blight.
I thought I glimpsed his sight.
The world went on. It was all right.