Sabrett in Tow
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
It takes a lot of organizing of one’s index to give due credit to living in Manhattan for any length of time. So, some prosetry credit for one hell of a growing up period.
Sunday, June 10, 2018
Sabrett in Tow
Way back when…
Horns, brakes,
clickity clack of high heels,
overwrought pieces of sidewalk conversation
morphing into the history of Manhattan.
“Grab your hot dog, Mr.”
Yeah, it would get cold
if I stayed here listening
to Conscience and that drunk
still broke and inhaling the aroma of body parts unknown
ground into luscious doggy dogs by Sabrett.
Then it happens…
I ran,
jumped,
pursued some good looking legs,
parlaying my sloppy hot dog into
a bid for loneliness abatement.
Of course…
I’m no match for NY taxies,
limos, delivery trucks, honking
and the shout of profanities,
so…
I gathered my Conscience,
calmed down,
swallowed the remains of
undefined flesh tasties,
and toddled home…
That’s my bench, there.
my claim-without-cost license
only Central Park residents know about.
But…
It’s home. And what’s such a home
without the Sabrett’s corner and the
traffic of dreams parading by.
(Their dogs were not bad, BTW, even back before I became vegetarian.)
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'Love this, Odin!! You got me goin'!
Love ya!
Jane
I stayed away from the big city as a youth because I didn't want to endure that kind of borderline existence. However, I did travel one time from my hometown in Wisconsin to visit my girlfriend, a fellow instructor the college we worked in. I flew to O'Hare in Chicago and had a connecting flight out from Midway. Instead of taking the limo to Midway, I took the helicopter because I thought I would see Chicago from the air. I did see the skyline some 10 miles off to my left, but nothing but low-lying buildings below. It was noon and I hadn't eaten, so I procured a bratwurst from a vending machine. It resembled a larger hotdog with a pale gray look of dead meat, not the bratwurst that I was familiar with. And although it tasted a bit like a hot dog, it did not resemble the juicy flavor of a true bratwurst.
Once while in California in the Bay Area, I thought about renting an apartment in San Francisco. After viewing a few dingy high-priced apartments that were built shortly after the earthquake and fire, I returned to the Peninsula and my inexpensive studio apartment with free parking, redwood trees and a pool.
Ron
My grandson had one last time we were there.
It did not disappoint. Sabrett makes the best dogs in town.
Some mustard and kraut, please!
Sandie