The End of an Ethnic Dream

Cigarettes in my mouth
to puncture blisters in my brain.
My bass a fine piece of furniture.
My fingers soft, too soft to rattle
rafters in second-rate halls.
The harmonies I could never learn
stick in Ayler's screams.
An African chant chokes us. My image shot.

If you look off over the Hudson,
the dark cooperatives spit at the dinghies
floating up the night.

A young boy pisses
on lovers rolling against each other
under a trackless el.

This could have been my town,
with light strings that could stand a tempo.

Now,
it's the end
of an ethnic dream.

I've grown intellectual,
go on accumulating furniture and books,
damning literature, writing "for myself,"
calculating the possibilities that someone
will love me, or sleep with me.
Eighteen-year-old girls come back from the Southern
leers and make me cry.

Here, there are
coffee shops, bars,
natural tonsorial parlors,
plays, streets,
pamphlets, days, sun,
heat, love, anger,
politics, days, and sun.

Here, we shoot off
every day to new horizons,
coffee shops, bars,
natural tonsorial parlors,
plays, streets,
pamphlets, days, sun,
heat, love, anger,
politics, days, and sun.

It is the end of an ethnic dream.
My bass a fine piece of furniture.
My brain blistered.

by Jay Wright

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Here, we shoot off every day to new horizons, coffee shops, bars, natural tonsorial parlors, plays, streets, pamphlets, days, sun, heat, love, anger, politics, days, and sun...... thank you very much dear poet for this poem.. you write like T: S Eliot. liked your poem very very much. thank you again. tony Just sent a comment on your poem and voted you a big 10. If you have time would you read my poem. “If you die before me” and comment and vote it. I did it for you now Thank you.
Here, we shoot off every day to new horizons, coffee shops, bars, natural tonsorial parlors, plays, streets, pamphlets, days, sun, heat, love, anger, politics, days, and sun...... thank you very much dear poet for this poem.. you write like T: S Eliot. liked your poem very very much. thank you again. tony