New York I Love Poem by GEORGE AMADI

Eleven hours' flight to America, Lord,
atrocious, stormy weather, my word.
But the view from Pan Am, nice load,
when over the Atlantic, JFK showed

In the Bronx, there's a lot to be got,
even, if folks from Queens think not.
Grand Concourse driving taught me,
traffic snarls not a few for all to see.

Staten Island, history's relic, alive is,
a flattering view of city's port gives.
when Twins got crushed, guts bled,
an Empire State Building tears shed.

Leviticus truly, its word made good,
recall I one guy a gate ticket booed:
'If in Jeans dressed, then, enter not, '
a club classy, out undesirables shut.

UN a talks trade on East River plies,
many a voyage risky under its belt.
One outfit which to war zones flies,
fighters, grievances, at its boss pelt.

Greenwich Village in a longitude fits
but by jazz festivals, here, known is.
At Shea, top stars home runs bang,
The Beatles, 'P. S., I love You, ' sang.

Few basketballers to the top strive,
O'Neil's scenes lively Sugar Hill drive
But nobody's creativity, then clicked
the way Erwin superb shots nicked.

Chariot riding in Central Park thrills,
the Middle Ages alive again in frills,
and New Year's Eve at Times Square,
the air fills with tender loving care.

One thing more, really unsaid left is,
as Rock of Ages for me verily, cleft is,
so is it crystal clear, enplaned above,
that New York City, Big Apple, I love.