Boardwalk Bimbo
You left your home up north in Toronto.
The first place was the other side of Lake Ontario.
Nothing was shaking much in Buffalo.
Further to the southeast you would go.
Trying out New York, Philadelphia, and Washington, DC,
the final bus stop would be in Atlantic City.
Hustling and survival were learned very quickly.
Filling out job applications was a waste of time.
With closed doors of opportunity, you turned to crime.
Up and down the boardwalk you go day and night.
To some lucky roller, you become a delight.
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2014
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