been wanderin loose footed
streets of a great city
with ferenghetti
talkin in my head
'bout his isea of miss subway and the
brooklyn bridge
and saw 'em
in the new york night
older now
after the dream had
gone

lawrence,
there was a coney island
of my mind too
there was a whole new york
of my mind
brimming with
deadbeat saints
and street corner
miracles
but maybe
that was a new york of another yime
or of another world
cuz this is one
of drunk barrooms
and gorgeous
foods