I wrote this mostly to annoy my writing professor, who doesn’t seem enamored with rhymes, unenjambed lines, and iambic meter. Still, I think it applies to most of us in the single age and stage, when our friends start scattering.
What luck bumping into you out on this street
It seems like forever since our last meet
What do you say that we go out to eat
At six on Tuesday in Brooklyn?
It’s so great to talk, so tell me, what’s new?
I’d love to spend time catching up with you
But I’ve got to work late—cuz there’s so much to do
So how about coffee at nine?
Esther, my friend, tell me whattaya think—
You, me, and Leah get ourselves a drink?
If that’s inconvenient I won’t make a stink
If we just have dinner at six in Brooklyn.
Haven’t seen you or Leah in way too long
I’d love to meet-up—don’t get me wrong
But my thesis is due and the end must be strong
So how about something on Thursday?
Gila there’s something I’d like to discuss,
Why don’t you come get together with us?
At nine Tuesday or Thursday or I won’t make a fuss
If we have dinner on Tuesday in Brooklyn.
I haven’t seen you in what seems like a year
I’d love to hang out—but choose someplace near.
The long train ride home in the night is a scare
How ‘bout joining me up in the Heights?
I like all you guys, wanted to meet you at six
But your schedules are such that I must choose betwixt
All of you and I can’t figure out who to nix
So I’ll stay home and reheat some pizza.