I used to go to a grungy New Jersey *****-bar
that was the lowest dive I have ever
regularly patronized;
long closed now I reasonably suppose
by the health department;
stripper/hookers conspicuously
diseased as if proud of their track-marks
& STDs who offered
lap dances to rookie Russian thugs; whispering
sweet Russian nothings
into their cauliflower ears beneath strains
of Ol' Blue Eyes; they
called him that warbling New York New York