Songs Of The Big Apple. Poem by Mountain Man
Songs Of The Big Apple.
New York skyline
greets me tonite.
The Blue Angels over head.
As the rain comes pouring down.
Old people sitting by the Hudson.
Gangs a plenty.
The Warriors second to done.
Mets on the walk.
Score me another run.
Run in the window.As Liberty waves & smiles to me.
A green misty tea.
Coffee has a new morning.
Rio in the peoplès eyes.
Eyes upon the athletes.
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