// Find Me in the Lobby

A Poem by Connor Wolfe

You never danced—

said you would, but you slipped

‘round the corner, at the Algonquin,

that old haunt, that no-questions bar,

and the all-night diner glowing greasy in the dark,

buzzing neon and coffee steam, a little lonely,

tucked by Bryant Park where the city breathes out,

and the streets run on fumes and echoes

It was just me there,

me and the girl from the North Country,

waiting on something, leaning on the night,

building a window with a thrifted frame

waiting on a song that never came,

waiting on a tune that only the city knew,

like a lost word, like a whisper, like a beat

you can’t hold onto, like a night

that fades before you get the ending.

//  Find Me in the Lobby

» New York, NY