It's 8:54 a.m. in Brooklyn it's the 26th of July <br />and it's probably 8:54 in Manhattan but I'm <br />in Brooklyn I'm eating English muffins and drinking <br />Pepsi and I'm thinking of how Brooklyn is <br />New York City too how odd I usually think of it <br />as something all its own like Bellows Falls like <br />Little Chute like Uijongbu <br /> I never thought <br />on the Williamsburg Bridge I'd come so much to Brooklyn <br />just to see lawyers and cops who don't even carry guns <br />taking my wife away and bringing her back <br /> No <br />and I never thought Dick would be back at Gude's <br />beard shaved off long hair cut and Carol reading <br />her books when we were playing cribbage and watching <br />the sun come up over the Navy Yard a- <br />cross the river I think I was thinking <br />when I was ahead I'd be somewhere like Perry Street <br />erudite dazzling slim and badly-loved <br /> contemplating my new book of poetry <br />to be printed in simple type on old brown paper <br />feminine marvelous and tough<br /><br />Ted Berrigan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/personal-poem-9/
