Here you will find the Poem Bowery Afternoon of poet Lola Ridge
Drab discoloration Of faces, façades, pawn-shops, Second-hand clothing, Smoky and fly-blown glass of lunch-rooms, Odors of rancid life? Deadly uniformity Of eyes and windows Alike devoid of light? Holes wherein life scratches - Mangy life Nosing to the gutter's end? Show-rooms and mimic pillars Flaunting out of their gaudy vestibules Bosoms and posturing thighs? Over all the Elevated Droning like a bloated fly.
