Summer Starts Tonight

Listening to The Kooks
on the roof
of Mark's building.

Partying with bi-coastal bisexuals,
talking about splitting my time
between New York and Florida. 

Trying to relate
to so-and-so's Tinder date
but they were born in 1998.

I feel old but cooler than these dildos, 
whose new opinions of New York
are downright adorable. 

Drinking sparkling water
and discussing In Rainbows era Radiohead
with a beautiful redhead.

The skyline is gold,
sidewalks below hum with life anew,
the Rumbler sings a sweltering tune.

Underneath a June-lit moon,
I am aware that across the borough,
my borrowed muse lives.

I wonder if she thinks of me
on early evenings like this
in which laughter reminds us of the past.

Petrichor from today's rain
has stayed,
and I feel something akin to hope.