Ode to Market Street

A streetcar stopped at Market and Third Streets. The Hearst Building is the background.

 In honor of Market Street, and the last day of National Poetry Month.

I sing a song of Market Street
A place where San Franciscans meet

your streetcar tracks
your newspaper racks

you’re roar of the four
you’re south of the slot

your brick sidewalks
your MUNI stops

you’re often discussed
in tones of disgust

you’re frequently traveled
by minds a bit unraveled

you’re quite a story
you’ve retained your glory
yes you are Market Street

the place that San Franciscans meet

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