Here are the pin-ups of the nude, nubile tits and shadowed bellies lying in wait with bleak, amused smiles. And these men at the type fount find it inconvenient to look up and wink or brush against them to and from the composing table. Off the rushed streets I come with business figures crowding in my head and stagger, silent, but catch myself quickly. These men could think me queer for looking. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GETTING A WORD IN by JAMES GALVIN SOUVENIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CONSECRATED GROUND; READ AT THE NEW YORK CITY HALL by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |