Boytown Brooklyn Poem by Patrick Keenan

that Sunday afternoon
to explain to you
some of
my boytown Brooklyn

we took the 'A' train
to Hoyt&Schermerhorn

& exited thru the root beer perfumed
back entrance of McCrory's
pass the store bustle
onto Fulton Street

and Christmas crowd avenue ambled

till standing still
outside the Loew's Met

we watched the workmen
dismantle the ticket seller's kiosk

another long time ago
going away

'to where', I asked the foreman
'a theatre in Miami Beach'

'ah', I remarked to you
'some retired folks
get to play make believe'