Brooklyn - Poem by Eugene Levich
On the Subway,
Atlantic Avenue Station
A crowd of high school kids
Carrying book bags
Being loud and pushy—
One chick in specs, squints, pimples, black hair:
"You know what your problem is Ant'ny? "
(Ant'ny ignores her)
"Antn'y, your problem is...
You ain't got no class! "
Comments about Brooklyn by Eugene Levich
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye