Philadelphia, 2009

Approaching The Cup

New Year's Eve on Chestnut Street, 
And the choir boy who longs to speak 
To you, or her, or anyone,
Doesn't seem to have much fun 
Staring at the patterned roses
On napkins, or the massive doses
Of tequila in the frozen glass.
Should he ask, or sing? Is it time again? 
For another midnight when you'll pretend 
To know the things we'll never know, 
Swirling in future memories of snow 
Beautifully outside the realms of men. 
Heaven help you disguise this beauty 
From the damning lives of godless duty.