Brooklyn

The ghosts of ages past
Clash with silent regression
Existing concurrently on separate wavelengths
A contracting dualistic nature
That both defines and unravels her

Fùtbol and reggaetón
Reign now on Sandy's lot
The latter a name with no meaning

Аптека and borshch
In the shadow of the Q
Converted by the kabob, a slowly dying breed

86th Street and Avenue U
Cannot stand in the face of human waves
Ay! Oh! Fugheddaboudit

The 50's flight to Lawn Guyland
Left Bed-Sty, Flatbush, Crown Heights, and others
With any set identity, in and of itself a badge of multiculturalism

Yet, as the world changes, and she along with it
The incorporeal specters of the zeitgeist of yesterday
Go about their business dutifully as ever
Though two types of bums may be in Brooklyn
A person may only see one