Holden Caulfield Meets Jay Gatsby
He's there.
Flitting among throngs of people,
A jazz ensemble blaring in the distance.
His dramatic, defined eyes trained on her.
He's there.
All alone in the sea of social turmoil,
The waves so perilous the dampen
His red hunting hat.
A vibrant suit sits rigidly on his uneasy composure
The soothing weight of his sister's hand clutching his.
Glasses clink at the conclusions of rowdy ultimatums.
Drunk on life itself, he's observing that field way
Up in the rye.
Dear reader,
Lost or redeemed,
Would Holden Caulfield find Jay Gatsby a phony?
They're there.
Up on that cliff.
His overcoat brushing against the whispering bundles of wheat
His two red tassels beating against his face.
In New York,
They party.
They catch.
20 year apart,
Yet a million lifetimes between them.
As the last carousel note rings out,
The green light at the end of the dock dims
Until its fluorescence is lost to the bay.
So they stand there,
The infamous Jay Gatsby
And the Catcher in the rye.
Up on that cliff.
Flitting among throngs of people,
A jazz ensemble blaring in the distance.
His dramatic, defined eyes trained on her.
He's there.
All alone in the sea of social turmoil,
The waves so perilous the dampen
His red hunting hat.
A vibrant suit sits rigidly on his uneasy composure
The soothing weight of his sister's hand clutching his.
Glasses clink at the conclusions of rowdy ultimatums.
Drunk on life itself, he's observing that field way
Up in the rye.
Dear reader,
Lost or redeemed,
Would Holden Caulfield find Jay Gatsby a phony?
They're there.
Up on that cliff.
His overcoat brushing against the whispering bundles of wheat
His two red tassels beating against his face.
In New York,
They party.
They catch.
20 year apart,
Yet a million lifetimes between them.
As the last carousel note rings out,
The green light at the end of the dock dims
Until its fluorescence is lost to the bay.
So they stand there,
The infamous Jay Gatsby
And the Catcher in the rye.
Up on that cliff.
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