She's 64, single and loving it,
retired and tourist, craning her neck
to look up at Manhattan's big ones.
New York, might be an interesting city to live in,
but it's a hell of a city to visit. The rush on the streets,
it's like people are fleeing from falling buildings.
On a busy thoroughfare, a freak in vinyl overcoat flashes my Aunt Sarah.
His hairy chest is so unkempt, it utterly absorbs the beautician's eye
and somehow she ignores the vertical stance of the pointing penis.
Says she to the middle age lad, in Jewish Mississippi drawl:
"You call that a weave, Sonny?" Sonny takes off in a flash,
bothered... and now with erectile dysfunction.
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