5 NYC Poems

Midnight Subway Date

They’re talking too

loudly, but he’s

doing so well.

Only six more

stops for him to

screw it all up.

Bodega Coffee

Give us six quarters

We’ll give you some oomph

(and a burnt palm)

Midtown Jewish Deli

Once the world, now

The old world. Yet,

the routines remain.

Scraps of corned beef and

half-eaten pickles.

But mostly, complaints

about the Mets.

Below 14th Street

Once a place where

art and life

would happen.

Now a place where

faves and likes

entrap them.

Manhattan Prices

Tried to get

a burger.

Instead I moved

to Jersey.