Corners folded sharp like a short-order grin
Blue line fading where the ivy begins
Manhattan islands sinking in the loam
Brooklyn bridges gathering the foam
Weeds eat the legend keys turn to dust
Transfer points swallowed by the creeping crust
Conductor's punch don't click no more
Just the screen door slamming on the porch floor
Oh Folded City sleeping in the grass
Your paper pulse beats slow beneath the glass
Lexan cover cracked by frost and time
Best route home on the assembly line
Staten Island ferry rotting in the mud
Bronx express crushed by a fat potato bud
Queens Boulevard melting down the green hedge
Rockaway waves breaking on the cold ledge
Weeds eat the legend keys turn to dust
Transfer points swallowed by the creeping crust
Conductor's punch don't click no more
Just the screen door slamming on the porch floor
Oh Folded City sleeping in the grass
Your paper pulse beats slow beneath the glass
Lexan cover cracked by frost and time
Best route home on the assembly line
Mechanic wipes his hands on my north arrow
Brake fluid spills where the express cars go
Ragweed grows thick on the Grand Concourse
Schedule times fade to a greasy source
I held the grid when the tokens were brass
Now I'm a placemat for a socket wrench class
Coffee ring stains on the Times Square stop
Sweet and
