TWO CITIES
A thousand miles away,
As though a world awaited him,
Peru or Paraguay.
Dutch Eddy mumbles
Through old wrinkled lips
Of faded latitudes,
Forgotten trips
Lost in the tattered crumbled sails
Of clipper ships.
The cold hangs on dong North River.
From Hobo City no smoke rises.
Life is compact, with no surprises.
Teddy, from somewhere south,
From Carolina,
From Georgia, Alabama, Tennessee,
Likes this New York;
An ocean liner
Holds fast against the pier;
This life is free
For those who make it free;
The Chop House Grill
Is where some guy with money
H as his fill.
The Cold hangs on along North River.
Radio City is not far away
For those who want
ta
go there,
Those who say
Such things belong not to the Rockefellers
But to ourselves, to us, to you, to me,
Maybe ten years from now,
Maybe today.
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PHILIP CoRNWALL
