this one, by Ondine

this one’s for new york city and the rolling bitumenbeneath my feet on meserole streetthe soggy subway cars that inject youinto the city and hide you momentarily beneaththe earth’s crustthis one’s for the guy on the corner deliwho once put chicken in my blt but its okay because he asks me how youdoing sweety where you been that’s three dollarsthis one’s for the exaggeration, hyperbole,overreaction that is inherent everywhere-on prince and broadway, bedford and 6th,houston and lafayette,this one’s for the friends that call me,for the friends that don’t, the friends that willand the ones that won’tfor the three-legged dog that doesn’t quit:this one’s for you