'American Apparel' GIRLS DANCE AROUND A POEM I WROTE ABOUT Christmas in NYC's LITTLE ITALY!
Kertesz photographed from his
Bird-perch on its west,
Dylan walked through to
Gerde's and Cafe Wha?,
Hendrix to Electric Lady's
(Daedalus' and Bloom's crossroads of Rock 'n' Roll).
James wrote, looking from its north:
...this portion of New York appears to many
persons the most delectable. It has a kind
of established repose which is not of frequent
occurrence in other quarters of the long, shrill
city...
And it was that...
Nabokov-quaint Americana
For his Pnims to nest:
How us?
Locking and
Unlocking that private gate,
Tamping the cobbled mews--
(Echoes of horse's hooves).
Something in the bouillabaisses,
Not from Marseilles,
From Balducci's
Caused the bray--
(Our roof, high enough to fly).
Compare the last
Yellow-walled chalet in
Little Italy's sky,
Gun forever
Swaying in the air:
You knew I couldn't stay...
Money needed spending,
Nights befriending;
Yes, a few good friends
Got out alive, but the
Ravenite nevermore survives:
I hear Jolson on Mulberry,
Lit up like Christmas
Inside Mare Chiarra--
(Was that really Mr. Gotti)?
It's all gone now, all that show
And women come and go--
(Offering cash at San Genaro).
Boutiques replace the butcher shops,
Quailing clerks the bloodied mops.
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http://whatgetsmehot.posterous.com/american-apparel-girls-dance-around-a-poem-i 'American Apparel' GIRLS DANCE AROUND A POEM I WROTE ABOUT Christmas in NYC's LITTLE ITALY! Kertesz photographed from his Bird-perch on its west, Dylan walked through to Gerde's and Cafe Wha?, Hendrix to Electric Lady's (Daedalus' and Bloom's crossroads of Rock 'n' Roll). James wrote, lookin ... Dogmeat
