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Giovanni Grimaldi
It's almost near closing time
he's serving the last glass of wine,
Lorena is cleaning the bar
it's been a good week so far.
After the last guest is gone,
it's time for the both to go home.
He locks the door at the end of the day
and thinks of his hometown so far away
under the neon knife and fork -
Giovanni Grimaldi, Bronx, New York.
They came here decades ago,
in December, streets white of snow.
He never got use to the cold.
He's cast in a different mould.
Still carries the sun in his heart
at least the remaining part.
He dreams of return home one day
to Napoli so far away,
under the neon knife and fork -
Giovanni Grimaldi, Bronx, New York.
He's looking out on the street
New York's barren concrete.
Even the stars seem so bright
like in an Italian night.
He takes a last sip of wine
and sees the flickering shine,
burning his eyes with letters so bright,
he reads out loud with tears in his eyes -
under the neon knife and fork:
GIOVANNI GRIMALDI, BRONX, NEW YORK
Giovanni Grimaldi, Bronx, New York.
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