Personal Poem #9

It's 8:54 a.m. in Brooklyn it's the 26th of July and it's probably 8:54 in Manhattan but I'm in Brooklyn I'm eating English muffins and drinking Pepsi and I'm thinking of how Brooklyn is New York City too how odd I usually think of it as something all its own like Bellows Falls like Little Chute like Uijongbu I never thought on the Williamsburg Bridge I'd come so much to Brooklyn just to see lawyers and cops who don't even carry guns taking my wife away and bringing her back No and I never thought Dick would be back at Gude's beard shaved off long hair cut and Carol reading her books when we were playing cribbage and watching the sun come up over the Navy Yard a- cross the river I think I was thinking when I was ahead I'd be somewhere like Perry Street erudite dazzling slim and badly-loved contemplating my new book of poetry to be printed in simple type on old brown paper feminine marvelous and tough