the weather won’t matter beyond the ambiance

timeless jazz
in the blue rain
in the black night
under the sky scrapers
under the flying cars in the sky

in the future we’ll be
going to,
Connie’s Inn

won’t be
ain’t misbehavin
will be
Armstrong’s ghost
Halie Loren

how distant in the future
to Connie?
to flying cars?
to Halie loren?

not too far in the distant
only as far as Toronto
sitting down with bistro
and jazz
cars will be above us
on the Q.E
the sky scrapers will mark our way
back to the hotel

-we’ll be on the sidewalk
without the need for
without the need for umbrellas
just a fedora
a red dress
hand in hand
Chinese neon signs
blue lit
stars and a moon

just me




About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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