Poems ✍️

ARMOUR AVENUE was the name of this street and door signs on empty houses
read 'The Silver Dollar,' 'Swede Annie' and the Christian names of madams such
as 'Myrtle' and 'Jenny.'
Scrap iron, rags and bottles fill the front rooms hither and yon and signs in
Yiddish say Abe Kaplan & Co. are running junk shops in **** houses of former
times.
The segregated district, the Tenderloin, is here no more; the red-lights are gone;
the ring of shovels handling scrap iron replaces the banging of pianos and the
bawling songs of go, 1915.