I HAVE A LITTLE JOURNAL

(Mom typed this in all caps, so that’s how it is here.  Don’t know why.)

I HAVE A LITTLE JOURNAL
GOES EVERYWHERE WITH ME
UPON ITS PAGES, I RECORD
THE INTERESTING THINGS I SEE.

THANK GOODNESS IT WAS THERE
WITH PEN ATTACHED SO NEAT
THE OTHER DAY WHEN I TRAVELED
UP GOOD OLD WARREN STREET

FOR THERE I SAW A YOUNGSTER
SMALL AS A FOOT OR TWO
STRUGGLING TO RECOVER
(FROM HER PUPPY) A REALLY TATTERED SHOE

FARTHER UP THE BLOCK
THE TELEPHONE BOOTH IN USE
WHOEVER IT WAS TALKING
WAS SHOUTING OUT SOME TRUTH

SLOUCHING IN A DOORWAY
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BLOCK
A SORTA SEEDY FELLOW
TO HIMSELF, HE DID TALK

YET NO ONE WAS PLAYING HOPSCOTCH
NO ONE WAS PLAYING TAG
BUT IN THE HEART OF THE CITY
AN OLD MAN SIPPED SOMETHING FROM HIS BAG

A LOT OF BABYS WERE BEING STROLLED
AROUND AND AROUND THE PARK
IF THEY COULD TALK, WOULD THEY SAY
“LET’S GO HOME-IT’S GETTING DARK”

THE DINER GLISTENS SILVER
THE FIREHOUSE, DIRK BRINK RED
DINERS IN THE HOTEL WINDOW
WISHING THEY WERE HOME INSTEAD

ON OUR ROUGH AND TUMBLE SIDEWALKS
NO SKATEBOARDS RACING FAIR
AT LEAST, FOR ME, I SAY, THANK YOU

OUR HUDSON IS A VILLAGE
OUR HUDSON IS A TOWN
AT ITS EDGE, WHEN GOING OUT OF TOWN
LADY LIBERTY STANDS GUARD ON HER OWN

THERE ARE GOOD PEOPLE HERE
I’VE MET QUITE A FEW
AND EVEN IF I LIVE IN GREENPORT
I LOVE HUDSON, JUST LIKE YOU.

Yesterday, Again

It’s beginning to look a lot like yesterday
Politics rearing its head
It’s beginning to look like yesterday
Just when I thought the feuds were dead.

But what do I see in the paper
headlines big and bold
Florio quits and Torrey is fired
Like in the days of old.

Just as I thought I’d catch my breath
One more headline roared
“Lowenstein dumped by HDC”
At least we won’t get bored

Who will it be tomorrow
Should one wager a bet
Pushing and shoving, etc., my friends
Is this as good as it gets?

The alphabet agencies do it again
Will progress scream to a halt?
People are human and humans are people
All of us have our faults.

So as long as summer is here
They might as well heat up the floor
So we get blistered in our own back yards
And never need to go to the shore.

A New Mayor

Hudson, New York has a new Mayor
Seems to be a nice guy
Perhaps he was (or was he) surprised
When the outgoing Mayor tried to be sly?

A midnight appointment of cronies
A midnight madness attempt
For the old Mayor to load the cabinet
viewed with contempt

Well, the new Mayor was wise
In fact, he- for sure- was on his toes
Before many hours had passed
He had dealt with most of those

And we wish him luck, we do
When dealing with the Hudson mass
He will need to have all his ducks in a row
Or they will knock him right on his a__.

We have faith in the new crowd
They need time to prove their worth
So let’s all behave ourselves, if we can
Give crime a very wide berth.

It’s time for Hudson to shine
It has done pretty well for awhile
And now with a brand new Mayor
Maybe we can do it with style.

January 2000

In Hudson, the Rain Came Down

In Hudson, the rain came down
Came down in fat wet drops
It splashed and tumbled
And would not stop

My feet got soaked
My hair? A mess
The rain nearly ruined
My too long dress

Yet, even as it poured right out
I saw some flowers begin to spout
So I, of course, let out a shout
I loved that storm, without a doubt

Harris Fabrics

It sat in the middle of the block
That magical shop — all blue
As a kid, I was enchanted
With the bolts of cloth so new

I was just learning to sew
To cut, to baste, to redo
And HARRIS FABRICS had everything
Zippers, thread, and a million buttons too

There were stacks of paper patterns
“Simplicity” was my style
I labored to get good enough
To use “Vogue” and “Butterick” in a while

The store lady stocked scissors
Plain ones, big ones and pinked
Why this wonderful shop keeper
May have even had a kitchen sink

There was silk in muted shades
And satin – neon bright
The wools in tailored plaids
And the velvet to wear at night

I struggled through home ec class
Pinned, cut, stitched and ripped
At long last I had finished a jumper
I thought it was a pip

I’ve never mastered sewing
Can’t set a sleeve to this day
But I still remember that store fondly
To bad Harris Fabrics has faded away

June 1999

Stop the Nonsense

FIVE? Lanes of traffice
What is going on
Route 9 North right past my home
We’ll lose more gardens and lawns

This is making me crazy
Where do all the vehicles go
Already it takes too long
To get out into the traffic flow

H A L T!  Stop the nonsense
Why do we need more open road?
Greenport, Hudson, Stockport
Already are on overload.

Less cars make more sense
Less traffic on the street
Holy cow, everybody
Wasn’t yesterday just too sweet

I Wanted Not To Get Up This Morning

I wanted not to get up this morning
I wanted to snooze in my bed
I wanted to dream lovely Hudson things
Of days when there was nothing to dread.
But I had to get up this morning
I had to get out of my bed
So when I got up this morning
I wished I were in bed instead.
But wishes weren’t fishes
And morning’s not night, no matter how we pray
So here I am, up this morning
Getting ready to stay up all day.

May 1999