Manhattan Hop Hip

Street vendor splendor
Slender spender
On a gender-bender
Sweet surrender to
Egg crème delight
Incite street fight
Headlight block blight
Bay ladies
Bloomingdale cocktail detail
It’s a Holy Grail fairy tale

They’re cruising on Christopher
Meandering McDougal,
On Houston they hopping
As the Connecticut Culture Club
Crawls out of the corner
Of the off-off playhouse
Cooly enchanted, yet coy
Past barrooms of crowed good-timers from Jersey
Blessedly buzzed on beer and big city bluegrass
A red-painted sleazy dive oozes forth
A substance of pseudo-sophistication
A depressed distinguished dogma.
Inhaling another Greenwich Village inmate,
An aging prisoner of the Manhattan
Outside there’s nowhere to hide
No way to decide
Stride your pride, cross-eyed
Through the Lower East Side
Spark the remark
Its the day but still dark
In Washington Square Park
Frisbees and Fidos, flutes and guitars
People and pigeons, winos and junkies
“Loose joints, loose joints, try before you buy”
Anything to get you high While wind gusts through Bleeker Street
Fan the flames and exclaims
As forty firemen surround a building
Burning slowly like the city
Death by committee. Pretty gritty
Calm on the outside; tortured within.
Spin the sin, pin your twin, thin skin adrenalin.
Beguine the begin.

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