NYC 2001 – Poem by Suzae Chevalier
I was in NYC on the street of Lexington Ave.
This street is close to Madison known for it’s high class ads.
I was there in hotel room number 711-
believe me it was no peaceful heaven.
I was up all night with noise from a truck
up on the 7th floor is where I was stuck.
Tired I missed my bus the next day
I was very late to airport JFK.
Luckily an unlucky girl from MN was there
she was crying hysterical without a care.
We rebooked our flight out of Washington D.C.
driving to DC airport
before that plane did leave.
On the drive unlucky girl did complain
about the morning and everything.
I told her I lived on gambling for 7 months
and when I travel I had so much luck.
When we got to the airport the plane number did change
so I called on my cell phone to rearrange-
who would pick me up at the
last minute to spare
the lady announced the new flight number but I was still unaware.
Until I boarded the plane-
did I realize all the numbers were all the same.
My room number was 711-
along with the time message was left on my phone
even the number on the plane ride home.
They all were my Lucky 711
which made me think of 911 when that
catastrophe had struck
luckily none of my friends in NYC did get hurt or stuck.
Years later I lived at a 711 address-
I had an accident at that number on a
different street I do confess.
I ended up fine without a mess.
Now is 711 meant to be?
Should I play the lottery?
Now when 711 ever crosses my mind
I try to save it in my diary in that point in time.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on July 11, 2011