By Edwin Heath.

Aromas of ozone,
Of cookies and pie;
There’s chestnut and pretzel
Beneath scrapers of sky.

Out to sea, even,
A goddess unfroze;
The Mother of Exiles
Twitched her four-foot nose.

Drinking ‘Schlitz’ through a bent straw,
Coolly sucking a frap …
On the sidewalk, a blood-stained
Man won’t answer back.

Bring back ten cent coffee,
Keep an eye on that roach!
Soon the dark, park pusher
Makes his furtive approach.

Here are hot dogs and waffles,
And snax-on-stix.
Old man meets a cardboard
Box – and angrily, kicks.

Cops’ pockets are bulging
With greenbacks and guns …
‘Eternal life’ smiles as
Language plastically puns.

The leaf-blowers are out
Now in Harvard Yard.
Go shoot pool then, at Fat Ike’s,
If your popcorn’s hard!

The lights turn on green
All along Brooklyn Bridge;
Time for shrimps, gumbo, chowder
To come out of the fridge.

Up at Jumpoff Joe Canyon,
Down the Devil Dog road –
Each turkey’s as famous
As in this abode.

From Horse Thief Basin
To Woman Hollerin’ Creek,
There’s a pumpkin pie a-bakin …
You ain’t about to end up sleek!