my trips began in fall,
and sincerely suspect,
when I fall, it will be a
trip on red carpet covered,
operatic steps that will do me in,
i.e what ya call poetic justice…
in the autumnal fall

lots of birthday wishes recv'd,
Air France, Merril Lynch,
all the doormen in my building,
who call this freezered geezer,
"Young Man," for that is how I
disclaim them, one and all…

my woman made me a special
most 'elegant celebration,'
for thus was it logged on my
apple calendar, which
was truly undeniable, for 'twas
a 3 hour and 20 minute
serenade by a Mozart fella,
hence my wariness of red
carpet steps, including a sumptuous
sleep inducing meal preceding…

'me, just s high brow kinda guy,
who likes his associates the lowbrow type,
guess you'd call me a meta mutt, but the
best present i got, was this lousy poetic
inspiration, but high or low born bred,
my worldly wordy mixology life,
the Yankees won
the wild card series,
and there is a 50/50
chance my football team, very losing Giants,
might win two games in a row, which hasn't
happen since (18) '88

all in all a pretty decent week, and
whispery rumors abound that 'they'
might extend my playoff birth day
celebration, to a hole birthday month,
if my heart and digestion can last
that long…