A sad face...

... after a fun dinner. Earlier, three wasted midday hours.

Madison avenue -
its midsummer's palette
of burning blue skies
and holiday smells,
fallen white blossoms
trailing Monday rain,
squinty-eyed walkers,
their brown paper bag lunches,
shadows from cigarette smoke
curling across faces,
green glasses and suspenders
ankle length pinstripes,
dark midday coffee,
avocado and hiccups,
then the 34th street shoppers.
oh no.