A New Yorker Sketch



A New Yorker Sketch
Way, way east of the Lower East Side
Spain – crushed by Franco
Proclaimed by Hemingway
And late lamented

This Bebop expectation
Fuelled by Harlem wealth
Onto a self-conquered nation
Pentecostal zeal
Meets pentatonic stealth

Yeah…Funkin, Moorish
Tambourish
Opium baked and desert caked
Sirocco’d - Morroco’d - Kerouac’d then castaway
Tapped out and taken high
Castanet approval and a white ole

A White Ole

Takes a black, rented horn
So what the player’s scorned
This don’t call for café au lait

But Heroin hooked
And crème brule

Five points
Five or more to the four

This place where
Latino, Nehgro
Jewed, Gentile
Arab Style
Azul da blues

Black charcoal
On a city street

Muddied by Manhattan rain
Blurred sketches of Spain

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