New Yorkers 101: Metropolitan Pastimes

We reminisce about the good old days.

  “What used to be here” is our favorite game.

We talk through concerts, movies, church and plays
   And fall asleep at operas without shame.
We drop the F bomb like it’s punctuation.
   We only gossip when it’s libelous.
We strut like God owes us a coronation
   And stroll like cars are jaywalking, not us.
Our critics either pan or overrate.
   (They only read each other anyway.)
It takes us weeks to make a dinner date
   Yet if our meal is late, there’s hell to pay.
      Not giving up deserves the triple crown—
      But no one ever really wins this town.

 

Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells