Chrysler Building In Snow Poem by George Wallace

Who ate the neon I don't know but I love New York always will especially art deco which I take personal for example the Bronxdale swimming pool where the entire neighborhood used to swim it's all doctor's offices now but back in the day

It was a million lanes wide, warm as Miami Beach, Easter pink and when the swim instructor turned her back a girl named Ruthie kissed me so hard I got a nosebleed -it was 1956, whereas this is 2018 a cold day in January snow falling for two hours and I saw

The Manhattan skyline on the news this morning how pretty it looks when there's snow in the air, snow ghosts 70 stories up where it's all for show ie the Chrysler Building on Lexington Avenue which is art deco too and I read it will be 88 years old in May, world's tallest building

For 11 months and it took 141 million pounds of sand silt soil & stone to find rock bottom for the foundation, my own uncle helped make that hole, they dug 69 feet down and this year I'll be 69 and okay art deco is dead, dead as a Sherman Tank crossing the Rhine

And I haven't been to midtown since 2014, eating oysters with Ruthie, and a lot of the Jews and Italians have moved out of the East Bronx -but not us -and the infinite lights of New York City shine for us all on Bronxville Avenue and Morris Park and Neill

And the Chrysler Building in snow, tall on Lexington Avenue, sheathed in Krupp's best German stainless steel