THE LET'S GO POETRY DEPARTMENT
This isn't a rock-bottomed story; it's more
like a leaky-pail tale. Rotten debutantes
with sneering faces? Fifth Avenue girls
with pantied laces? How does your garden
grow? I was just walking across the avenue
by Bonwit's, looking askance at nothing.
The wind blew the stupid girl's dress right
up, into the air around her. Purple panties,
quite minimal too! She looked around too
quickly. Hoping no one saw. That's me,
a nobody for sure.
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That was maybe, oh, 56th Street crossing.
Near to The Plaza, and then the park. Most
pleasant a place as any in those parts: horses,
carriages, expensive cars, ritzy folks, fancy
stores. Used to be FAO Schwartz had their
flagship store there too. No longer; all that's
beat, those fancy kids and their ideas no
longer take in fantasy toys. Now they all
want blow-up dolls and humanly-apt figures.
It used to be, as well, that General Motors
has their big building too - the GM Building.
Inside there, on the ground floor, were always
on display all the GM cars for whatever year
it was. Pretty cool; I used to like that.
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No more. It's all security and guards, and
GM and Schwartz are gone. Me too. But
who cares about that. So, anyway, back
to the girl at the crossing; she was real
embarrassed when she realized I was
there. As we passed each other, she looked
at me oddly, all red and blushing. I smiled
and said 'Don't worry sweetheart. Your
secret's safe with me.'
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