Disconnected Worlds, Then Mr. Ore_i_e

Rain pouring down, you Flatbush clown,
Franny's waitstaff tidying up,
Then down goes the glorious metal cage.
EyePatch has left 7th Ave for the night,
Ex-Chocolate Monkey patrons outside half-heartedly check text messages,
My pal at Korean Grocer,
Rain pouring down, smiles into the night
And pretends time doesn't make him suffer out loud.


2,000 sonnets away, the Late Great Johnny Ace
Dreams of the Spring Musical.