Long Hoboken Poems

Prisoners of their own success

Their world now micro-sized

Fan adulation to excess

Their love is just disguised

Their objects of affection

Live their lives inside a bubble

Leaving their prison, though it's self imposed

Could bring them worlds of trouble

A truck...

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Yo, Hoboken Bars and a couple cat fights,
Yo, takin’ the path to the Palledium and Limelight,  
Giants games,
Getting drunk and goin’ insane,
Never stressin, just professin’, Wu Tang Lyrics and a little Smith and Wessin’,
Yo,...

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After dining at the finest of Maw and Paw restaurants
Frequented by men in trucks
Outside I slipped on the gravel drive
And as would be my luck

The LARGE cowboy belt I'm so proud of
Latched on and then...

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Staring teary eyed and awed from within our atmospheric cocoons,
we witnessed the appearance of the first of seven dancing moons.
As  Primora, the closest sun, sank into the marbled vapor of the north,
and Extran, the...

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Oh i once knew a lad from Hoboken, 
a lad from Hoboken, a lad from Hoboken 
Zip a dee da day o
This lad from Hoboken, this lad from Hoboken 
He loved to sing and he...

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I was drinking beer with a tear in my eye,
The night I learned about Lady Di.
I’m one of those Americans who despise royalty;
But something about Diana struck a chord in me.

Perhaps I even had a...

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1. Hoboken (cost: faces)

green listlessness falls a cobalt bakery 5 westward arms
mists Montana purchases atrophy azure 
turned golden Midas go-go 4 melting faces ultramarine
gallows repudiate denim jeans down
cerulean cilantro eyes whispered ears 3 gaslights my...

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It's half past giggle time
Around these happy parts
It always begins with a silly grin
That's the way it usually starts

Then just like rolling thunder
Much laughter fills the air
Bunches of silly snortles are heard
With titterings here and...

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It's half past giggle time
Around these happy parts
It always begins with a silly grin
That's the way it usually starts

Then just like rolling thunder
Much laughter fills the air
Bunches of silly snortles are heard
With titterings here and...

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He never brooked a lie that couldn’t be spoken
Spiffed up with a good spit shine
Tin promise made was a buffalo wooden token
Re-tale sale, it ain’t worth a dime
From Niagra Falls to the debt edge of...

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For the past several years, you have not been around.
However, we can still hear your immortal sound.
Your humble beginnings were in Hoboken, New Jersey.
Show business began by singing with Tommy Dorsey.
Right to your duet “Something...

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We who watched,
We who survived,
We 300 at the Hoboken triage at 11:00 A.M.
only to meet 3 survivors.
We who lost 8 in our building,
58 in our town,
and thousands across the river.
We who could never imagine such...

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