How it is...A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
New
York streets are just different the vibe is city-er than
most the concrete harder, but
shines with graffiti poems when the Moon peeks
through the high-rise skies and the skyscraper's
eyes the walk and the talk
are like no other attitude waits at the
crosswalk with glares and stares and solemn oaths to find
country the thoughts shuffle
along echoing to themselves conversations solo striding into Soho and Greenwich Village to pillage inspiration to write, spite or take
flight in elevator shoes spreading the blues with cigarette butts
smoked to the burn of fingers hopscotch minds
pontificate to a crowd not listening they all have their own
reasons for being there for finding solace in
the bottom of a bottle of ilk and circumstance New York streets are
just different even the silence is wary the alleys fear
themselves as the dark night, the
somber night is a razor's edge of
insanity but when the daylight
once again shows its brilliant face illuminated skies cry
tears of joy and the bustling rovers with red faces and
carefree incentive come over... as the street games begin again. erin-cilberto 6/29/19 © 2019 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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23 Reviews Added on June 30, 2019 Last Updated on June 30, 2019 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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