The Day after the Anniversary of Your Death
We walked through the freezing cold,
that blew up 75th street,
straight from the estuary
and through the fabric of our jackets,
your music blasting from
an ear bud one in each of our ears
the way young lovers do
not old lovers like we are now.
There was caterwauling
and I thought to myself,
we are going to wake up
all the old people on the street
because I can’t carry a tune.
You were doing great though, you always do,
but you weren’t worried about the others.
We always have to hear them, you remind me,
and besides, it was thirty years ago,
thirty years and one day
since Lennon was killed.
Tomorrow we’ll walk past the gates of the Dakota,
not really stopping by the guard,
but lingering just a bit to look down that driveway.
You will tell me that John asked to walk in. He stopped the driver.
There will be no singing tomorrow.
But tonight, we are still on this street,
with music in our ears
and the hope of warmth
if we can ever make it out of this cold
and to the front door.
Ally Malinenko is the author of The Wanting Bone (Six Gallery Press). Her second book of poems entitled Crashing to Earth is forthcoming from Tainted Coffee Press. She currently lives in the part of Brooklyn the tour buses don't come to and rambles on and on over at allymalinenko.com