This, is an omission, so
Without his permission, (being impossible to obtain because
Nothing remains except, this figure in my head:
In short, he's dead)
I am thinking, as would he, eternally, In the present continuous, of mobsters
And their molls. Those Guys and Dolls, who are singing and dancing and murdering each other
With rampant inhibition - it being Prohibition - through
The highways and byways of New York
Through Speakeasys and Vaudeville,
Racetracks, playhouses and
This and That on Broadway:
Anyhow: here and there.
Cheesecake at Mindy's, out of town hucksters
Young ladies with high hopes,
Dealing them off the arm -
Safe-crackers. Pie-eaters, old ladies with attitude
Babies with Pop!
Love 'em all. New friends in a New World.
Delightfully, deliciously, sailing close to the wind
In a world of Romance and Danger. To which
(Funny, where inspiration comes from.
Don't you think?
I HAVE written a poem about Damon Runyon.)
I have also made the cheesecake. All the better for having ' a story that goes with it'. So this is for the cheesecake experts out there: