Bleeker Street. Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

I remember Bleeker street
Deep run through the Village
Serving up life in a slice
Tempting me on a corner
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It was raining on brownstone
When we walked and walked
Summer rain in New York
Crying down the windows
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So I went back and back again
Feeling the pulse
Sniffing the scent of Grenich
Oozing out of every wall crack
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We met a gentle resident
A friend of a back home friend
And ate his pineapple cake upside down
He moved here 20 years ago temporarily
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Then at night the hum would call
And squeeze us in they would
There was heaps of smiles to welcome
And no frowns to send us home
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Oh I remember Bleeker street
With all its people skilled
Reaching out, testing and teasing me
Then handing out rewards.