URBAN DANCE OF THE HOURS

City for toe taps not teardrops
the melody of Manhattan is upbeat:
   assuming you do not falter;
   get kicked in the teeth

a spin before Radio City Rockettes
   like clockwork mannequins
   must outdo their chorus line

a practiced prance,
Carnegie Hall,
   a Bohemian polka,
   a spritely one

of the sashay bye-and-bye,
Brooklyn Bridge

Empire State Building,
   a lovelorn aping ballad
   kisses like keyboards – possible
      to be arpeggio-d

to the singer’s tambourine jangle,
   the lone figure on the subway platform
   jumps