She's got no need for nostalgia:
tossing bricks through bodega windows
is only a diversion--
An assessment, anyway--the bright side:
It's easier to get in now--accessible
And old men's ghost stories go
wailing out the window
and drift right up to her doorstep
on nighs she doesn't even want to leave
And, hey--it could be a catchy gimmick
(if admittedly kitsch)
"The Hole-in-the-Window Hole in the Wall"
Call it local color...
Too highbrow and hot in there, anyhow
(before the brick)
And what's a window anyway,
but a hole with some glass over it?
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