Party for Joe

Saturday Joe celebration

Joe loved parties people discussing

everything  he danced

with Annie last New Year’s Eve at a bar on 72nd Street

liked going to lunch to dinner even breakfast

see movies plays curious and full he always carried

a book with him Joe  knew how to love and all the people

who came to have a drink or two or three  to Joe

at the Water Club on the river a Joe day they all

loved Joe still do his party was perfect

beautiful skies open bar white roses  piano player who knew

every single Cole Porter song Leonard Cohen too

in his tribute Joe’s grandson Corey called Leonard Cohen’s

songs geriatric erotica Joe would have loved that

end of the program Annie maybe she is

an angel on this earth Annie as beautiful as Annie

Joe loved Annie  Annie loved Joe Annie read

Joe’s last poem called Ummm because he couldn’t remember

but he knew he loved poems, wanted to keep reading them

out loud to strangers wanted to live and live and live. He does.

 

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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