Welcome to the land
of the Frothy Frappuccino
Filet Mignon, Lobster Burgers
and Coffee that comes every
which way but coffee
The best in America seemed
to come from somewhere else
Paris France, London England,
Belgium Belgium, carrying its
Continental Chic to this Big
Brash confident yet
uncertain country
Only the polished clock in
the local rail station, the
red bonneted shiny chromed
sixteen wheeler on the
interstate, and Grand Central
spoke to me in American.
They said “Howdy”.
Martin Swords June 2008
Random and possibly unfair impressions
from a visit to Connecticut and New York,
in the head for years and only now prompted
onto paper in Starbucks, Dundrum Shopping
Centre, triggered by noticing the spelling of
Frappuccino. Strange.
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I would like to translate this poem
No, America changed from when my Grand Dad came from MAYO in 1900 -1910 sometime. We have castles now big corperations. BUT, America? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?