Featured Poet Austin Alexis Page 1
To Broome Street
Listen, Mr. Broome Street:
are you going to belong
to the Lower East Side or NoLiTa
or fancy-pants Soho?
Decide, oh narrow one,
snaking your way east-west,
west-east, spreading your horizontal
with some of your doors held open
by thighbone-big stones
during balmy summer afternoons.
Will you give yourself to sightseers
or to locals who gaze at you fondly,
the way they regard a pizzeria they love
that’s been part of the neighborhood’s heart
longer than Broadway was a trail
for on-the-move Native Americans?
Take a firm position.
Oh Broome Street, oh quaint one,
will you conform to the latest fashions
or will you stick around as you are–
for a while, at least?
Decide.