this Manhattan

this Manhattan

is strong

and sweet— I’m not blind but

I don’t have to see

the New York skyline

to taste the big apple promise

take a bite, tempting vermouth

as Prince shreds Purple Rain

frozen cherry and lemon rind

Kentucky bourbon kills my pain

“Purple Rain, Purple Rain”


Captain Jack he has the bitters

brown eyes they look like smoke

his amber liquid soliloquy

makes martini glasses choke


I can’t stop sipping

got polka dots on my mirrors

this is my fourth for your


and I’m crying

at the moon


About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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