Monday, February 14, 2011

A hat grows in Brooklyn
Under an old L Train track the tourist rumbles
His aching body wandering, Manhattan shadows blocking the sun
He walks amidst Williamsburg men:
Spanish, Italian, Jews in old ways
Foreign he feels on snowy streets, the icy sidewalks slipping
This New York for the first time he sees, the tenements
Greatness Boroughed somewhere deep
A hat grows, A tourist grows, An aching body heals
He steps in a shop along the rumbling L Train
The tourist buys a wool cap that is Brooklyn to native eyes
He talks louder, a faster clip as distant men say: You belong


ptc said...

It puts me on the streets of New York again.

GravenRecords said...

man, just move to new york and get it OVERWITH!
great writing.

Old Ollie said...

SC - you got style!

Keep rocking out these great images.

Jingle said...

love it,
I went to New York a few times.

thanks for sharing.


flaubert said...

I am a New Yorker and I absolutely
love this!


Human Paradox said...

Great SC. You capture the loneliness of the city, you capture the comfort of that.

Jingle said...

Hello, Thanks for the love to Poetry Potluck! You Rock!

Awards 4 Poetry Potluck Week 22, Enjoy!

Your contribution means a world to us, Happy Thursday!
See you next time!

Jingle said...

Greetings, how are you?
hope you well…
Write a free verse 4 Poets Rally, enjoy poetic friends, you are invited!

Hope to see you in,

Love your poetry talent and looking forward to a profound experience with your input.