{"id":120810,"date":"2022-06-26T05:28:53","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T09:28:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=120810"},"modified":"2022-06-26T05:28:53","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T09:28:53","slug":"gotham","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/gotham\/","title":{"rendered":"Gotham"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>New York City<br \/>\nAren&#8217;t you just the most glamorous thing?<br \/>\nDecked out in towering skyscrapers?<br \/>\nLapped at the edges by water?<br \/>\nEvery inch is something:<br \/>\nBuildings, people, specks of green respite.<\/p>\n<p>You sleep.<br \/>\nOnly in certain areas<br \/>\nTimes Square.<br \/>\nAwful, just awful.<br \/>\nThe signs illuminate a path.<br \/>\nBut the core is dead quiet.<br \/>\n4 am and a few tourists get a Starbucks<br \/>\n2 other folk get a slice.<br \/>\nMostly just silence, even a weekday at 6am.<\/p>\n<p>But you got them all fooled.<br \/>\nDo they know you stink?<br \/>\nRows of streets waiting for trash collection.<br \/>\nThat rotting putrid perfume you have in July.<br \/>\nYou broil them too.<br \/>\nAfter sounding them down 2 it 3 flights of stairs<br \/>\nTeetering and wobbling with oversized luggage<br \/>\nPraying for safe passage or help (keep praying!)<br \/>\nLugging the stroller<br \/>\nThen you just blast them<br \/>\nWith an August furnace to melt their epidermis away.<br \/>\nThe real lucky folk get an un air conditioned car.<\/p>\n<p>Your people aren&#8217;t rude, necessarily.<br \/>\nJust killing themselves to pay your bills<br \/>\nThey got no time for chit chat with a 4000 rent<br \/>\nThey don&#8217;t want your new album<br \/>\nYour pamphlet<br \/>\nThey don&#8217;t want anything you got that can&#8217;t help then make a buck.<\/p>\n<p>New York your grimey<br \/>\nYour homeless and broke<br \/>\nLitter subways and pile up in neighborhoods<br \/>\nBut they write songs about you.<\/p>\n<p>Old songs.<br \/>\nWere you better than?<br \/>\nIf I had to write you a song<br \/>\nIt would be a blues number<br \/>\nBlues for sure.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>New York City Aren&#8217;t you just the most glamorous thing? Decked out in towering skyscrapers? Lapped at the edges by water? Every inch is something: Buildings, people, specks of green respite. You sleep. Only in certain areas Times Square. Awful, just awful. The signs illuminate&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1392,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-120810","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120810","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1392"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=120810"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120810\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":120929,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/120810\/revisions\/120929"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=120810"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=120810"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=120810"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}