Day 13, Poem 13: I Don't Know, I got pissed off walking to the train lol

Tonight, I walk the streets
that raised me
grasping how it's changing
Same streets
that chewed me up
spat me out and said,
"bitch, deal with it"
But even that
didn't phase me
Bittersweet 'hood
no good
cheating bitch
heart breaker
same as she ever was
chameleon
still got her hooks in us
we feel 'em
Jigsaw of skyscraper
peppered with Mom and Pops
that belly-flopped
laying dormant for years
Lincoln Lights went out years
before I lived on 10th Ave
two years ago built up a retirement
residence for the haves
who never lived there
who cares?
A&P used to be
corner of 9th Ave and 55th street
Chase bank and luxury condos replace them
and the transplants shop at Whole Foods
and The Food Emporium
Spend their whole check on soybeans
and croutons
put out the circulars, but no use
for coupons

Thinking
we're a dying breed
castle's a cage we're dying in
private club now, can't get in
no way out or light to breathe
still no honor
just new thieves
Used to be when they came
for you, you knew
But it's a new school
And even the old boys
are sweating in their cigar bars
no need for their
country club steam rooms
Shells
of themselves,
like the mighty monolith of
Hearst Corporation,
once so great, it was built
with its doors opening into
the cavernous mouths
of four train stations
built on the backs of
hoods like this one
brick by brick
old school dudes with
union books and shipyard
pricks and mobster cliques
that made the world spin round
flick us all off your back like fleas now

And those outdoor areas polished bright
with benches you can't use at night
With jagged edges on their ledges
around their finely manicured hedges
to secure no clashes with neighborhood
asses, but someone else will come
to maintain them
next time the stock market crashes