The Staten Island ferry comes about,

Approaches bleak Manhattan to the east;

Miss Liberty afloat appears to shout

Her rhyme of welcome to the awful feast

That daily tempts the unsuspecting rubes

Who visit this place. Could a town be more

Unfriendly? Greasy sidewalks, sagging boobs

On aging hookers, pissing vagrants, sore

Losers hawking, always on the grift,

Hustle, bustle, tussle, always moving

Buses, subways, taxis, trucks adrift.

Movies make us think of people grooving

On “Gotham’s” thrill. But I can’t find the charm.

The crush of people evokes insect swarm.