NY Halloween
October 31st in the city that never sleeps,
we begin our journey outside Manhattan with new peeps.
The bubbly Rosa whose cheeks and gums flapped,
talked the entire car ride– a literal word salad wrap.
We arrived at the Hudson Distillery for a late lunch,
I ordered the Fall Salad, a surprising bitter munch.
There we met new girl #2,
dressed as Wednesday from the Adams family crew.
Reagan was a girl with a peculiar tendency,
she explained her love of the crypt and necromancy.
Sported a flamingo tattoo she swore was a crane,
when Ben said it was a herrod, it drove her insane.
Finished touring vats filled with mash,
we returned to the tasting room and lay down cash.
Sipping hard liqueurs from gin to rye,
with outdoor air so clean making one high,
Next was a town of ghoulish American lore,
that features Icabod Crane and a Headless Horseman’s roar.
We walked and saw families trick-or-treating,
trekked across Sleepy Hollow bridge as sunlight was receding.
Reagan was upset that the iconic cemetery had closed,
pictures were taken while she stood at the gates and posed.
Returning back to city, the time for costuming had come,
a chance to be our true selves before the November sun.
I wore a leather jacket, a kilt, and a sporran,
my Halloween attire to most New Yorkers was foreign.
Rowdy Roddy Piper, professional wrestler extraordinaire,
the October winds had mellowed out, there was warmth in the air.
The club was full of ladies, Ben went in for the prey,
he didn’t utter a word before the girls walked away.
Back to Annette’s apartment to pre-party anew,
In jumps Kekoa dressed us a hearty Asian stew.
Down to the village to see Mike in a Hammerhead suit,
danced with some youngin’s who were perky and cute,
Hunger took over, no time for lust,
Ate a hot dog and jumped on the M15 bus.
I fumbled for money, the driver said “get in a seat,”
I moved inside and witnessed a great Halloween treat.
All night people commented on my costume with genuine mystery,
seeing the second NYC Roddy Piper on the bus filled me with glee.
Finally tucked into sleep at the YMCA Vanderbilt,
this day was memorable for more than just my kilt.