Gotham

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.

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