City Swap

My New York Times was missing, The Journal there instead, A paper which I do not get And never ever read. It had the normal label With a name that wasn’t mine And Apt. 3L listed – Different floor and different line. Going down 6 floors I noticed Lots of papers by the door, So the tenant wasn’t home, but then I realized something more. The number on the label Was a building ‘cross the street, So I headed there, expecting that I’d end up in defeat. But I scanned the building’s roster And I buzzed up to 3L, Where the Wall Street Journal orderer Apparently did dwell. He came downstairs and, in the lobby, Waiting for a claim, Were copies of The New York Times, One labeled with my name. We traded papers and I left While smiling in delight, My city swap providing me A theme on which to write.