"Utica, Utica, Utica"
Is the corner I'm standing on
Crown Heights
Train Station
"Taxi, Taxi, Taxi"
Another man calls
(2) Dollar cabs compete for passengers
47, 17, 46
No, those are bus numbers
Not today's lottery
"Newport, Newport, Newport"
Nicotine peddler calls
Something about this
Reminds me of old merchant days
Shouting goods and services offered
"You Know?..."
Followed by the laughter of two
20 something year old girls
Who look better in 'skinny' jeans
Than I ever will
Loud melodic horns
combating with frustrated bus drivers
Passengers going home
Or to work
Or shopping
(Kings Plaza!)
4 Train
Last stop
I walk down Utica
Make a left on Carroll
The more things change
The more some things stay same
Cold December Day
On a bright Brooklyn block
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