New York Stories, Pt. 2
Moments in Time
From an East Side 19th Century Japanese Pub
I remember long ago, walking crosstown with you. We had seen something off, something like The Last Seduction, and sure, Linda Fiorentino was all bad and the soundtrack at the end — Miles Davis? Dave Brubeck? — had me swirling. But the evening had fallen and I felt lost. And then we walked as…