On Lorimer Street
On Lorimer street
any coffee shop
is elegant and hip,
and people are very sweet.
There's no view
of the Brooklyn Bridge,
or buildings with a fancy facade,
drink your favorite coffee and say hello to Lou.
Folks converse in Italian and Russian: two notes in discord;
one language sounds like poetry,
the other has a soft-hard sound as the waves of the sea...
two languages sharing diversity.
On Lorimer Street
every crowded sidewalk burns with summer's heat
as the American flag flaps over cafes in old buildings;
Brooklyn doesn't have the typical Manhattan beat...
folks don't hurry to enjoy the lively, urban things.
On Lorimer Street
evenings are spent alone, or in the company of friends.
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