For my final entry this year, I’ve scripted Stories (Part One)–a bit of a narrative with lines culled from this year’s posts–
I called him upon returning from Colombia
on a blustering Thursday night
blown away by high pitched reverberations
that no amount of Coltrane could drown out.
Last night we drank on Eastern Parkway,
where the Shiraz separated the women from the winos.
From an elegant eye-candy display behind the bar came “The Black Prince”.
Coined by the locals
he wore black fruit, leather, tobacco, and clove spice.
A few stools down, Rozaleme donned a bouquet of blueberry and BBQ
with a touch of anise.
Volver 2005 was voted “Best Buy from Spain for under $20” by Robert Parker,
but we didn’t care about that.
The three others spoke of a tennis ball aroma;
I detected herbal notes and a bit of smoke.
Passing hanging gnarled vines on the wall
Yann Chave turned to earth as she aired
from a list of Old World Reds over 100 bottles long.
Fondillión Grand Reserve Solera, 1948–
she was afraid that he was “like a one night stand with someone to gorgeous, she’d never sleep with him again”–
Nutty and dusty, with raisin and dried apple and oak.
Dying for spring and saturated the night before with reds,
I selected a rosé from the menu, which went down well on a cold March night.
Suzanne and Kelleigh left.
I swirled the contents of my glass and inhaled a gulp of lilac.
Lilac? I said to Cathy,
from where the dour man in grey stood at a table,
pouring mouthfuls of wine.
Caitlin tried to engage him, but he he looked away
it seemed he didn’t like our kind.
Priya and I dodged rain in Sagaponack,
and later, an intense bouquet of incense spice rose from the glass.
Incredibly bohemian, Suzanne termed it,
while I sighed alongside aromas of cherry and plum.
Here and now I realize that it’s nearly five and I still have to plan, shop and cook for New Year’s dinner, and so I conclude Part One (which could really use some editing…sorry!), and in the next post, in the new year, I shall resume this little ditty…
Until then, drink well with the ones you love.
Imbibe New York,
and savor your wine.