With a nod to Weddings Parties Anything's "Knockbacks in Halifax."
This poem was published in a slightly different version in the Spring 2015 issue of Plainsongs.
Winter in Halifax
I'm just riding the Happiness Express
with a suitcase full of tatterdemalion language:
defaulted loans be damned, I need a stiff drink
and a maritime gal who's easy on the eyes.
Dejection, scrammez-vous! Bad mood, begone!
I'd rather be plastered in Halifax this winter
than sober in Schenectady. Take me back
to the scruffy downscale pubs of yesteryear!
The Happiness Express pulls into Halifax
at 4.06 in the morning; sleepless among
stray walkers in the cold, a black Lab
is baying at the glacially setting moon.
Nothing's open for business: no museum,
no bakery, no bookstore, no internet café ---
but I'm as light-hearted as a florist in February
to be in the Halifax of gin-soaked valentines.
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2019-01-28 at 03:05
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