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Author: Craven i feel like i could've come up with a better name than this for this poem
Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 166 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 08-26-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2407590
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Honk Honk!
"I'd betchoo any amount a' money"
"How much money you wanna bet?"
Ah, New York
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I'm walking cross-town
east to west
on 42nd
from the Port Authority to Grand Central
I make faces at inquisitive babies staring at me from their strollers
whose dumb-as-fuck parents
keep them out this late at night
and grimace at an equally stupid
14-year-old
playing his PSP as he
strolls
mindlessly down
the sidewalk
"I'd betchoo any amount a' money…"
that he gets robbed
before he gets home
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Automaton tourists pour off the corners
impatient to cross the next street
see the next sight
add it to their lists
and black and Hispanic locals,
in from Harlem of Brooklyn
stand around and joke loudly with each other
clogging the sidewalk
Dumb? No, they're just rude
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I push past them
interrupting conversations if I have to
Rude? No, I just don't give a shit
I'm trying to get home
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