Dispatches From Middle Age
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Saturday Poetry: G Train to the Last Stop
Summer in New York
I needed a job,
and took the first one I got.
She told me to ride
the G train
til you can’t go no more.
South into Red Hook
Smith Street
the last stop.
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