Drive Through The Night

One of the great things about reading Frank's poems is that I was there for the genesis of some of them. He has an eye, an ear, and a heart that cuts right through to a New York long gone but still floating around the gargoyles of midtown. I'll read a poem of his and be instantly transported to the sweat-stained, passionate days of Paddy Reilly's and Rocky Sullivan's, and I'm so glad that Frank took the time to shepherd those crazy memories and turn them into fluid words on a page. Read these po