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