Step
aboard
Sky Streak of 64’,
through the Unisphere, down New York State Pavilion.
The future awaits
beneath the rose-colored Plexiglas.
The Tent of Tomorrow.
Ride the AMF Monorail.
Circle around newborn Shea and his older brother La Guardia.
White light clinging from the seven train
trailblazing from Manhattan.
Step in! Stand clear
the closing doors!
Let your imagination go
from Grand Central Station, to the World’s Fair!
No stops at Willets
Point, no J Ridge, Corona, Bayside, Sunnyside.
At dusk when the clouds tear away like broken wood chips,
sit on Kosciuszko’s arm
blowout candles on his thirtieth birthday
and wave to him as the satin ribbon is cut.
Hit a line drive to Abe Stark’s sign
down the right field line
of Ebbetts, and win yourself a wool suit.
Toss a football at the Navy yard,
grab your duffle bag, straighten up and fly right.
Ride the horses at Steeplechase, through a Luna Park Dreamland.
Chutes and ladders at the beach,
reminiscent of the Nickel Empire.
North eleven beers, dominoes of sugar, steaks dripping the fat of the
land.
From the balcony, RKO still plays “La Grande Illusion”.
Paramount introduces Al Jolson’s vaudeville act,
and for the finale,
Ladies and Gentlemen
a goodnight to Cypress Hills.
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