the F to Coney Island

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Funny little people

Sip cocoa

Out of lime colored mugs.

They spread out their picnic

Blankets by the subway turnstiles,

and granny brings the

Garbage salad made

Fresh last month.

Everyone tastes and slurps and

Tells a story

Without a punch line but it is

Okay.

Biting down on a rotten plum from

the Fairy up near SoHo,

Uncle Johnny George grins

and wipes his

Dirty old feet on the

Sheet.

Speaks thickly through

Puerto Rican teeth and lips,

He mumbles a fable

About a

tiger and a lily.

And when the night falls

Lids grow heavy

Pack up the picnic

And board an underground train

They dream rickety all night

taking the F to

Coney Island.





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