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SUMMER 1976
The corner of 42nd and 8th
littered with shards of glass,
crushed Budweiser cans.
Cigarette butts and spent matches
peppered the sidewalk.
A girl in frayed shorts
and platform boots
next to a shuttered liquor store,
her laugh so loud it echoed in Central Park.
He was drenched in sweat.
Humidity plus fear
on this corner,
desperate Manhattan.
His aunt whispered,
Let’s go. It’s almost curtain time.
Forty years later, he returned to catch
the new, hit musical.
The one all his neighbors were talking about,
though none had seen it.
The columnist in the Times declared the
Disneyfied neighborhood an abomination,
the tourists from middle America, appalling.
He didn’t care.
The new glass towers
and bustling passersby told him
everything was different.
He would not be murdered today.
He took his wife to an overpriced dinner at Marseille,
then to the theatre.
As he sank into the plus orchestra seat,
he wondered if he had forgotten something quaint
from his past.
Then the overture began.
Published in PROMETHEAN







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John Attanas was born in Manhattan and raised in Queens, New York. He is a proud graduate of the High School of Performing Arts (now the Fiorello LaGuardia High School of Music and Performing Arts). He holds B.F.A. and a M.A. degrees from New York University, a M.A. degree from Queens College, and is currently a student in the M.F.A. fiction program at the CityCollege of New York.
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John has recently returned to writing poetry, and his poems have been published in Steam Ticket, Promethean, and Theravensperch.org.
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