New York Blues Poem #89

the city twinkles

massive and silent

with glowing steel mountains

unblink the poet’s seeing eyeball

filtering life through

the gorgeous abomination

of greasy paving stones

and rat scurvy Hudson piers

while the hushed swooshing of traffic

becomes a banshee siren song

isolated footsteps

echo

on the Brooklyn promenade

as

each lonely dweller

gets radiant voodoo magic

from the electric New York night.