© M. Guerriere 1988

New York Boys

New York boys
got black hair
ride subway trains
just don't care
steal some cars
hang in bars
wear high sneaks
with movie stars
can sing when they
ain't coughing.
Wear black boots
worn MC's
talk real tough
put you down on your knees
ripped jeans
thin bods
real men
packing rods
real dazed
don't fuck with me glare
cocked heads
lookatchoo ice cold stare
cut off tees
don't climb trees
switchblade knives
metal chains
switched on full
die in the drain
working on stolen grease monkey
thunder brains
funky punkie metal junkie
smack black eleven
take those dice to
seventh heaven
there you stand
against that dirty wall
thicker than a cue stick