Christina Sunrise

Atlantic City - Poem by Christina Sunrise

On a bus I did ride,
to the NJ Seaside.
Ten years earlier I was also there,
with my aunts with golden curly white hair.

That’s when Trump made a splash,
offering old lady a lot of cash.
Madonna was on her Blonde Ambition tour,
dominating all of the world.

Now Great Aunt Mary and Aunt Joanie,
did go with me,
to Trump’s casino in Atlantic City.
Gambling nickels was their bet,

I did not gamble-had to pay the rent.
Tiny little red notebook I did buy,
writing stories by oceanside.

Writing on trains and subways too,
all stories still there, there’s quite a few.
Now in 2000 I when I went there again
visited Long Island to see my friends.

Went to Javits Convention Ctr in NYC
saw licensed characters who were cute and silly.
Yes this was the year I missed my plane,
Year before Twin Towers fell in sadness and pain.

Would visit NYC again and again,
everything has really changed.
The National September 11 Memorial & Museum
will open up this year,

residents will remember friends so dear.
Now my Great Aunt passed away,
will have to visit the boardwalk once again.

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Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 9, 2015

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