Broadway Boogie Woogie

Rattling can clapping down
Times Square,
the whole length of the island
rotted bare,
the only raucous applause,
a jackhammer affair.

From the Avenue of the Americas
no parades,
Broadway’s been cut in half
these days.
billboards dangle,
velvet stanchion frays,
playbills clog gutters,
the marques fade.

Broadway Boogie Woogie
no more,
no neon lights,
locked Backstage door;
Will there be an encore?


This piece was prepared for d’Verse’s Poetics Tuesday. Laura has asked us to create an Ekphrastic poem from the title of a painting. Join us.

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