When we moved upstate
thirty six years ago Hudson was a funky
town poor and interesting problems problems
William Kennedy Ironweed town
( we bought our old marble sink from Jeremiah Rusconi
brick house right there by the train)
no mid century modern stores
thrift stores not vintage
poverty and problems still,
low income housing a block away
from expensive bread for weekenders
nothing stays the same and it shouldn’t
but how do we make life better for everyone?
Last night in Hudson
at Feast and Florent hipsters
abound and we too drank mezcal
negronis waiter Joe told us
what was blanched and charred,
explained why we should drink
orange wine (rose no more).
We asked our hostess about her QT tattoo
doesn’t mean what you think
was all she said (I guess it doesn’t mean
quiet) then we walked down Warren Street
in the light that is Hudson
the light so many have painted before
and I wondered if I could ever describe this.
Anything Hudson is fine by me
But you did describe it. How could you ever not?