Friday, September 25, 2009

42nd st

A poem:

Oh 42nd street, how lovely art you. You still have your twinkling lights. Prostitutes and peep shows? No. They have gone the way of the NYC artists, the mom and pop shops and the culture.

Replaced with tourists, luxury condos, lawn chairs, disneyland, mall stores and chain restaurants. Thanks God for the touture of 8th remains almost as sleezy as 42nd street once was.

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