The Mag - 207

Rooms to let fifty cents...la, la...la..two hours of pushing brooms buys an eight by twelve four bit room.  STOP! ..... no time for browsing - meet me at Russ & Daughters instead.


THE MAG

Universal Studios Lot, Instagram by Sessepien

Thank you Tess, for always knowing how to get the thoughts moving,
even within a hectic weekend.

MUN-DEY, TWOS-DEY, WEHN-S-DEY, THERRS-DEY, FRY-DEY, SATER-DEY!

Some folks complain about concrete cliffs

and being trapped in such an ugly, crime ridden city.

Not I.

Call it a shattering reflection 

where one becomes deliciously vivacious
with bustling trains linking five boroughs

brawling through heaping helpings of cream cheese

smeared over a bagel

and how a hot garbage breeze

reminds you why July

lacks perfection-
and 
Magnolia's confections
always please.

Or meeting strangers drowned in hair gel 
that ride in 

from outer limits

are such a tease
 insistent to reach "The city"

just to catch-up 

with pals on Houston Street.
I for one am
Always

anticipating

spirits rising

 and heartfelt cheer

over a beer

and a plain slice

and 

no visit is complete

without
devouring 
a Meshugge

Yummy for the tummy
Meshugge!


on Houston Street.
and
the silky touch of 

a deli cat

strumming by.

Just another glory to be had

so spontaneously amusing

and
always

binding my soul

to New York City.

Never shall we worry about those folks 

living in Black and White.

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