Her and that Hotel Pen

The chaotic holiday glory that is Grand Central Station three days before Christmas
grand swarms of shopping bags around the huge glass doors whilst tourist trappers snare street flooding masses
a Salvation Army bell is a metronome nailed to where i am standing as it all unfolds
a smile pushing ear to ear
Moses blue eyes split a red sea mixed with greens
im the lucky one here in this downbeat
all the trains could derail
all the honking traffic could stop in awkward dead silence
nothing could take this away
as children
were taught to be good for goodness sake
not for this smile heading my way
my name must have been on Santa’s good grace list more than a few times
this greeting was for me
stagehand passersby blur into the next scene
no scripts or cue cards just ready for the set change
her language is not written anywhere its all her own as she strolls
even with a translator it wouldnt’ do her any justice
loud and clear it screamed
i was in over my head and i knew it

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