CONEY ISLAND

Come on, let me take you

Let's go down to Neptune Ave

where there's nothing left to see.

It's the City at the Edge

and little is remaining

that could possibly remind us

we are part of civilization.

It's a land that's past its time.

The boulevards are broken

and we stride them like young giants

as we watch a place polluted

by its age and history.

There's so little to remind us

of the glory that has passed

and you wonder why I visit?

It's no mystery to me.

I long for ghost time vapors

that Poseidon and his sea-folk

offer up as dim remembrance

of a life long left behind.

With so little to remind us

all we hear's imagination

of a land who's days legend

but are crumbled dust today.

Let that dust be washed away

as we walk the empty boardwalk

with the natives and the tourists

neither whom disturb our path.

The waves beside us lap up

everything that was forgotten

and the City and its glory

are gone forevermore.

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