I say goodbye, so long, see you later,
to New York, the old, New city.
City streets holler: “unbounded traitor” –
But, I reject your nascent pity.
We must break-up, terminate, seek divorce:
thank goodness for written prenups!
The time is now to change my course,
a new life abroad I take-up.
We’ll divide our assets fifty-fifty
to uphold New York State law codes.
Sadness tears at my insides — eyes misty,
I acquiesce to what you’re owed.
Lamentably, you keep Prospect Park,
with its Cherry Blossoms in March.
I’ll miss strolling Flatbush Ave to embark
on quests past Soldiers’ & Sailors’ Arch.
Greenlight, McNally Jackson, and the Strand –
stewards of words and fictive worlds –
Sadly, I leave without your books in hand;
your shelves stay stacked with pearls.
I’ll leave your Wall Street Bros, picking stocks
for the rich. I’ll take my New York me:
The one who reveres your coffee shops
and devours all your bakeries.
In summertime, when roaches fly,
& whiffs of urine fester the air,
& the sidewalk trash is piled high,
even then, I’ll miss our love affair.
You toughened me up – made me strong –
your concrete pastures broke my teeth.
Fangs replaced them – sharp & long –
to survive this city that never sleeps.
For now, I must say farewell to all that;*
I departe for greener grazing.
I’ll miss your skyline whenever I look at
the Stars – the way they’re always blazing.