Inner City Tale

Walking on the streets of the Lower East Side 
I see Hispanic men playing dominoes excitedly 
I see a Chinese woman collecting bottles for sale 
I see Orthodox men walking to shul 
I see children playing in the courtyard 
I feel the poetry rising within me 
So I head to the local hangout 
OST coffee shop 
Order some green tea 
They have a composition 
book called Matthew's Journal 
where I express myself 
just about everyday 
Then I head off to the kosher bakery 
for some humantashen 
which is delicious 
Another day on the Lower East Side 
my turf, my homeland
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Chiri Avatar
September 6, 2019 at 7:16 PM
I could picture this as you have woven your words beautifully!;)
Onclaud Avatar
August 31, 2019 at 2:05 AM
matthew, what we adore becomes our second skin...remarkable write from your NYC cranny... huggs
Laurie Avatar
August 30, 2019 at 8:55 PM
Hello Michael … we tend to be creatures of habit and you expressed this nicely in your verse - thank you Michael - Lindsay
Dietrich Avatar
August 30, 2019 at 6:35 PM
Love how much you love your "homeland" the turf of New York!!
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