Punch drunk
Pedestrians
pinball
down Broadway
and Seventh
all bobble heads
and silly smiles.
Eyes skyward
they clog
the crosswalk
from 37th
to 49th Street.
Mawkish
expressions betray
their two story lives
and slow histories.
Tourists
will never
know the hurt
or the heartbreak
that walks
the four hundred
year old
sidewalks
of Manhattan.
Times Square
maybe Disney
light but the real
New York
is a cautionary tale.
To all would-be
dancers, actors
and writers;
don’t believe
too much
and never
let the city see you cry.
SMG
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1 comment:
I've never been to manhattan but you always make me wanna go so badly! Nice poem!
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