Midnight Dinner at Lindy's

For Rachel, New York City’s manic muse

We shared glances over slices

of world famous cheesecake.

You were wearing plaid,

your hair, unruly and uncombed,

yet kissed by rain

symbolically boyish.

I was wearing tie-dye,

and you were fascinated by my meager travels

and knowledge of the Beatles.

Maybe we'll find ourselves in Perth,

sipping wine with the joeys.

Not Strawberry Fields,

but I’ll take you down
if you'll let me.