**** Roses For Rosanne

Dust in the winds Shadows walking leaving trails Eyes cocking navigate scents meddle the streets Nightingale scans the sounds of thousands voices Breaking the night camaraderie Little birds of Hudson Bay Whistling the songs of Hoboken array Holland tunnel a lifeline… splendid to many Manhattan Upper embraces Manhattan Lower Epic proportion in sync with memories Jersey carats of gold got you in me The Albanian smiths…. Once said “crafted out of crisp” I kept your smiles at Camden Waterfront Let it flow like Delaware River……entwined Your touch as lush as Pinelands Casting me away to Atlantic blue Song from ‘The Boss’ reminds me of you Jersey girl caught me red handed Rosanne in my heart you stay naked Our footprints on Cape May a landmark You stand tall like Statue of Liberty whenever I embark From Sandy Hook to Long Beach we walk…. With kisses sealed along the places we flock The Jazzmen of Uncle Patti’s pub fills our souls… With ‘all that Jazz’ magic……unfolds Rosanne baby………seagull of Monmouth I pluck the Roses… As red as your blushes Devout me to crushes Time Square ceases ticking the clock When the Roses pale as White Rock Trembled into neon pieces….. Injured with stitches