I HAVE A LITTLE JOURNAL

(Mom typed this in all caps, so that’s how it is here.  Don’t know why.)

I HAVE A LITTLE JOURNAL
GOES EVERYWHERE WITH ME
UPON ITS PAGES, I RECORD
THE INTERESTING THINGS I SEE.

THANK GOODNESS IT WAS THERE
WITH PEN ATTACHED SO NEAT
THE OTHER DAY WHEN I TRAVELED
UP GOOD OLD WARREN STREET

FOR THERE I SAW A YOUNGSTER
SMALL AS A FOOT OR TWO
STRUGGLING TO RECOVER
(FROM HER PUPPY) A REALLY TATTERED SHOE

FARTHER UP THE BLOCK
THE TELEPHONE BOOTH IN USE
WHOEVER IT WAS TALKING
WAS SHOUTING OUT SOME TRUTH

SLOUCHING IN A DOORWAY
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BLOCK
A SORTA SEEDY FELLOW
TO HIMSELF, HE DID TALK

YET NO ONE WAS PLAYING HOPSCOTCH
NO ONE WAS PLAYING TAG
BUT IN THE HEART OF THE CITY
AN OLD MAN SIPPED SOMETHING FROM HIS BAG

A LOT OF BABYS WERE BEING STROLLED
AROUND AND AROUND THE PARK
IF THEY COULD TALK, WOULD THEY SAY
“LET’S GO HOME-IT’S GETTING DARK”

THE DINER GLISTENS SILVER
THE FIREHOUSE, DIRK BRINK RED
DINERS IN THE HOTEL WINDOW
WISHING THEY WERE HOME INSTEAD

ON OUR ROUGH AND TUMBLE SIDEWALKS
NO SKATEBOARDS RACING FAIR
AT LEAST, FOR ME, I SAY, THANK YOU

OUR HUDSON IS A VILLAGE
OUR HUDSON IS A TOWN
AT ITS EDGE, WHEN GOING OUT OF TOWN
LADY LIBERTY STANDS GUARD ON HER OWN

THERE ARE GOOD PEOPLE HERE
I’VE MET QUITE A FEW
AND EVEN IF I LIVE IN GREENPORT
I LOVE HUDSON, JUST LIKE YOU.