let me tell you of the big apple a magnetic
poem * by horst
ernestus
|
day and night there is cold shine of neon light over Manhattan
gorgeous glass tall steel white smoke clean smell as well
as grey and ugly views a citys dirt |
that skyscrape architecture overwhelms you traffic noise and rushing crowds exhaust you |
elevated to Empire
State Buildings lofty stage or riding the huge river on Staten
Island Ferry you wonder why |
after the Whitney and the Guggenheim I sit in Central
Park watch joggers dogs celebrity pass by go
shopping on
Fifth
avenue |
I
walk West 42nd Street find a deli in Times
Square eat
bagels and
pretzels hurry down Broadway for a show jazz
live |
New
York
at dark I see the stars no muggers |
I
take
the
subway hail a cab to my hotel and dream of my return to Brooklyn
Bridge |
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