1. I’m transported to Haight Ashbury ‘60s. See the  original for  some awesome music.

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Fire escapes on brownstone New York City

How hard to be poor and a stranger
in the promised land where poverty humiliates
those who pride themselves
on being able to cope.

“Don’t you “little girl” me!
I’ve been carrying this family
on my back
for a whole year!”.

Step over the homeless vet child;
pass the line at the free clinic, the junkies riding horse
the cops, the dealer, the blond crack whore
the schizo-cynic screamin on the corner

It will be a hot Summer up on tar beach
on the fire escape at night
in your underwear
your back against the brown brick

Sleeping under the stars
listening to the lullaby
of a far away siren
still softly singing that American dream.

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