BRAMAFILL
Keystone Cops and Berlnageur Hides.
This small, incessant showmanship keeps
the theatre alive : here, in a little Hudson town,
on a little Hudson ridge, where the cars cannot
be parked overnight, nor the Italian Cafe thrive.
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I've heard tell how they commandeered this
town once, to film 'the Purple Rose of Cairo.' I'm
thinking that must have been nice. A spotlight,
right now, scans the Tappan Zee sky for something.
Off to the distance, almost far away, the big city's
midnight lights are doubling on the water. On
the other shore, a Metro North train, or a Hudson
Valley Line train, slides by in silence. I can
never know the difference between the two.
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