Night Game, 1938
Night Game, 1938
By David Freeland
Ebbets was a bed of light
in that moment
ripe with wonder.
What was it like?
Blaze of sand and sight,
sky shuttered.
Night crowns us
Brooklynites.
See the unseeable:
white aurora,
orb in flight.
David Freeland is the author of the books American Hotel: the Waldorf-Astoria and the Making of a Century; Automats, Taxi Dances and Vaudeville: Excavating Manhattan’s Lost Places of Leisure; and Ladies of Soul. He has written for the Wall Street Journal, New York History, American Songwriter, and other publications. He lives in New York, where he lectures frequently on the city’s culture and history.