State Street Late At Night

As I turn the corner at the Shawmut Bank

Onto State Street, the sea breeze

Blasts a cool barrage of ocean air.

The salt barely overpowers

All the waterfront stagnancy of

Oil and food, exhaust and decay.

Ah, these wet cobblestone summer nights!

The ruby and emerald gems

Of the neon puddles!

The golden splash of wheels

Glistening among the

Blacks and whites of night!

An anarchy of water in the streets!

I stop and listen to the airborne laughter

And music from the Black Rose Restaurant

And I know that I am at home and happy

On State Street late at night.

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-by Mark S. Foley


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