The Bean and the Cod

Let's hear it for dirty old Eastie,
The hangout of felon and thug:
If you live there, you're ducking stray bullets,
And the cops keep a shot of your mug.




I love all my Arlington neighbours;
They're cultured and friendly and sweet.
I'm three hundred yards from the Book Rack ---
There's a Starbucks right here on my street!




Now let us praise liberal Cambridge
Where the shiny and happy folk are: 
Where the punks in the Pit read Paul Krugman,
Where the boom-boxes blare NPR.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-07-25 at 12:16

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Classy poem (nudge, nudge).

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice snapshots, and nice versifying. I am personally unversed in the ways of the east coast, what does "The Bean and the Cod" mean?

A switchblade seems a little tame in this day and age. Are you sure you don't mean a Glock? And boombox? This dates you my friend.

Gotta go. Time for All Things Considered, and the NYT.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Tom, mate.