Don't suppose we are lucky enough for this to be it?


   
Staten Island Ferry

Rough water,
damn boat keeps a rockin'.
Stomach in knots.

"Shine, shine, shine."
Man wants to shine 'em,
I say no, "white sneakers!"

They sell green hot dogs
to Veterans, and flags
to foreign visitors.

The punk rock kid
pukes into his hands.
Motions for a napkin.

Two business men
in business suits
kiss passionately.

Old barefoot black man
picks at his toes,
gives me a wink.

In turn, I rub my cleavage.
Make three wishes,
but only one comes true.

The man beside me
stops masturbating
behind his NY Times.


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