Manhattan Sonnet - Us New Yorkers

 

We reminisce about the good old days.

   We drop the F bomb like it’s punctuation.

We talk through concerts, movies, church and plays.

   We act like God owes us a coronation.

What Used To Be Here is our favorite game.

   The fucking subway is our favorite beef.

We act so blasé when we drop a name.

   Stylish despair is our default motif.

We’re starving for good places we can eat.

   Create a Get Real app, and we’ll install it.

The moment that our sneakers hit the street

   Twenty-five bucks vanishes from our wallet.

     Don’t ask me why, but Thursday is our Friday—

     And our song’s not “New York, New York,” but “My Way.”

 

Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells