Frannie's Bed and Breakfast on Muliner

Frannie's Bed and Breakfast on Muliner




I'd serve bagels with lox, cream cheese, tomatoes, cucumbers
and slices of onion (someone else would peel the onion).
Sour pickles.
Whitefish, herring.
Cheese danish, breakfast buns.
Fresh squeezed orange juice.
Coffee, tea, hot chocolate.
New York Times in print
to spread over the table
in sections.

Then I'd take guests
to sit on the Parkway.
Later, we'd take the train
all the way to Queens
and then the 44 bus back
so they could sparkle
into rivers of light
over the Whitestone.

To bed,
removing cabbage rose
cotton spreads
on white cotton sheets.
 Parkway traffic
would splay shadow monsters
on the walls
until 2 AM.

Good night.
Sleep very tight.
No bedbugs.
Open window.
Wind from the trees.

A short flight back.
No seat belts.
Just mind-years.