In 1958
Her streets were paved
in yellow brick
leading to Fifth Avenue
and 42nd Street.
You might have seen
a zealous couple
dance-walking towards
Broadway’s winking lights.
You might have heard jazz
eking out of the Metropole;
Ahmad Jamal
polishing white keys
with rhythmical fingers.
Small armies of white hats
took leave then
from hulks of ships.
Bell-bottom trousers flapped
in the glittering glass town
past steel palaces
exerting attraction on
click-clacking
high heeled shoes and
saucy red lips,
interchanging magnetic pick-ups.
Today
culture explosion and
a caravan of chic boutiques
marketing on the upper east side,
symbolize the best and
worst of New York.
Yet, bright young thing,
Chances are you will want to come to New York City.
Her streets were paved
in yellow brick
leading to Fifth Avenue
and 42nd Street.
You might have seen
a zealous couple
dance-walking towards
Broadway’s winking lights.
You might have heard jazz
eking out of the Metropole;
Ahmad Jamal
polishing white keys
with rhythmical fingers.
Small armies of white hats
took leave then
from hulks of ships.
Bell-bottom trousers flapped
in the glittering glass town
past steel palaces
exerting attraction on
click-clacking
high heeled shoes and
saucy red lips,
interchanging magnetic pick-ups.
Today
culture explosion and
a caravan of chic boutiques
marketing on the upper east side,
symbolize the best and
worst of New York.
Yet, bright young thing,
Chances are you will want to come to New York City.
Copyright © 2019 Patricia Crandall
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