Ny Bound Poem by James Meaney

Ny Bound



New York bound
Here too throw it down
An instinctive lyricist
Like grown from the ground
Born to this town
Drifting the back-streets
Making his rounds
He's planted, Never to leap
N.Y. built his sound
He's back to perfect it
His poetry speaks so loud
& when people step away
- They wont forget it
& they know it's perfect
Because it comes from the pit
- Of his heart, & ticks to a clock
- & a beat, people applaud, stand to their feet
It's astronomical how babies are born knowing his name
Just one Kid from the cement of N.Y. Main.

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James Meaney

James Meaney

Florida, I now live in Ak
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