HABERDASHER METRONOME
Sliding my fingers into new gloves,
the soft kind with rabbit-fur, that
used to be such a frilly thing to do.
I haven't done that for 30 years now,
since that particular work-era's been
over. Sensations pale with all that
stuff : wearing a Winter scarf, along
with those gloves, and a gentlemanly
adult long-coat. Why?
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Stocks and bonds guys went like that
everywhere, everyday. Riding their
seamless trains with aplomb, fussing
mightily over their shirts and ties.
Did you ever see how many shoe
stores there are in the financial
district? Tie stores as well. I
never even understood what
a 'wingtip' was.
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Weighty loss. Character of flight.
Haberdasher metronome, all those
coats and ties. The clanging sound of
Earthly fashion, pealing for nothing
but concealing a passion. No one
knows what they're really doing.
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