Ralphs Pass Sing

January 08, 2010

Visiting mmy old home town, New York City for a short time a few years ago; I had timed a four hour in between and before a meeting with an even longer ago mmusic acquaintance. The trip to the upper forties on the west side took long enough from the hotel but the excursion was a pleasant one.

A few familiar landmarks were on the itinerary to revisit as well as the always being open and ready to find a discovery or three of maybe those that weren’t. In most big cities or even the smallest towns or villages for that matter, I’ve been lucky to find more than the normal share of most living individuals, the greatest adventures no matter the original purpose for being there in the first place; usually one having nothing at all to do with the other while often just on the way to…

This particular instance was such an occurrence. After walking most of the time in and around Penn Central Station where first arriving, I began venturing out to join the noonday hordes to be swept up in their midst wild pass sing bye the ever changing streetscape. Extending one foot in front of the other I stepped.

Needless to say, NYC is a 24 our town and one to get lost in no matter where, when, how, or why. Although without too much trouble, you can be sure to find who if in fact you need to know or want to be informed of directions to anywhere; including the smallest town in another country you’ve never even heard existed.

I wasn’t lost so continued on the mmerry way for countless blocks; sum as long as most race tracks. I looked left and rite wild crossing any thoroughfare just in case eye kneaded to save the self from a stampede of loose elephants. Don’t laugh, that has happened in this town although closer to Madison Square Garden where most of that activity takes place.

The Square was close to where I was actually headed but wasn’t sure how far the herd if there were one, would finally fancy a cool drink, scratch a hydrant or even take a gander anywhere they felt like it while trying to hide themselves or escape undetected in the crowds.

No matter what, always check the four directions before stepping off in any direction you may find yourself in NYC - or anywhere for that matter; city, town, village, unincorporated areas, mountains, hills, meadows, oceans, lakes, rivers, streams, brooks or the puddle in front of you which may be hiding a flooded manhole cover… ya never no. This is a clue to stay alive that your parents alsom from NYC may have bestowed upon you depending of course on how many birthdays they cared to attend in your honour in future.

At this point I had walked off the required amount of calories I wanted to put back in or on, along with a decent supply of a good wine; before, during and after. Taking and almost enjoying a few subway rides then finding mmyself walking up the stairs from the screeching environs, the eyes were fixed on the next part of this trek.

This next part is what i considered to be the main element of the journey. It was a shorter one to the following stop because ‘hungrier’ to find a place to sit and enjoy a meal in a place I’ve probably never been before took control of everything else in the head and of course the stomach area. I trudged on but at a much faster pace.

An easy fix for sure in this town of international foods. I then headed onward with a few moored hours to spend. I decided to walk towards the aforementioned meeting place thinking that perhaps there are great possibilities of finding a good out of the weigh restaurant to wile the time before the meeting would transpire.

There were, was and I did follow the wonderful in stinks to satiate the pains of wont as just a few more steps closer was the before, during and after that of:

Ralphs Pass Sing

Sitting’ at Ralphs bye tide – Sinatra/Basie tunes
Sip in cabernet - think in XP Moons
Waiting’ ‘fore the guys – ‘supposed to show at six
Ring the wine in bass, guitar ‘n corpse sum sticks

Waiter’s walk is work in – paper tables placed
Downed the house wine songs – relaxed two red mmy face
Framed in at the table - smile in blaze mmy cheeks
Woman placed down asks for light, ‘front of past chore seeks

After waiter’s memory - Ralph’s lore special tease
Got rock’s prides the scampi - just more garlic pleas
Park’s horse - dole lint carriage - past ‘n oh so fast
Summer wind did people, dressed for snow wiz - blast

Ralph fills up from entry - food is faced ‘n pleased
Lots of gar-licked smiles – ‘May eye help you ‘- treats?’
Perfect pass in time too - glad on mmy sighed deed
Boys show up to slide ‘n downed - Jazz in tunes the creed

Strollin’ passed red autos – weight in ‘fore there turn
Found the open doorway – jam in steps to burn
Count well passed a hundred – knock on door sez mme
Bass mman opens entry – spurts a French jolly

Years ‘n daze have passed us – bridge is waters flowed
Tapped the caps of auld embraced – wear our hearts marched bold
After smiles of greetings - availed abilities
Wow your hearts excitements – talked in pique of free’s

Slowly end with wander – lust id syllables
Turned to chains the words while – listen in LAF tour culls
All in ‘ol remembrance – herd the tame reef reigns
Sparkles, Shine knot in there parts – lifting all what’s main

Muse know deep end cool no reap – lid ill notes knot pressed
Stilled, their were the times two swing – then was laid threw rest
Har’ bored lites and boasts two swell – yes in deed times pent
Dazed job noised graffiti’s couch – boxed in ‘Trane’s tube rent.