ALIEN ON MONTAGUE STREET
By Edward Kenny
I walked the street for all to see,
On a bright November day,
When I came to visit Brooklyn
From some billion miles away.
And the street sign said, Montague,
And I wondered who he was.
Was he dead like the animals
Who filled store windows with furs?
I thought about the history,
And the wives’ tales that I’d heard,
But no one said a word to me,
Even tirdy tird an' tird.
The vehicles were primitive,
The drivers, Neanderthal,
And the street was held in its place
By brown stones that formed a wall.
But of all the eyes that spied me, (CHORUS)
Not a single one was fazed,
Although I’m green and circular,
Not a single brow was raised.
The fastest thing I’d ever seen
Was running off with a purse,
While a fallen old matriarch
Lay there shouting out a curse.
Then a brown horse and a blue man
Hit the asphalt trail in chase,
The crowd filed into O.T.B.,
I guess to bet on the race.
But of all the eyes that spied me, (CHORUS)
Not a single one was fazed,
Although I’m green and circular,
Not a single brow was raised.
The street ended at a railing,
And below me were the piers,
And there upon a wooden bench
Lay a beard grown long with years.
I said, "are you Rip Van Winkle?"
But the dirty man seemed deaf,
He just pointed to Manhattan,
Took my satellite and left.
And so, there I was left stranded,
By the city by the sea,
When I came upon a lady,
She was just as green as me.
And I could see she held a torch,
So, I climbed through her inside,
Signaled to the passing planes,
But just couldn't hitch a ride.
But of all the eyes that spied me, (CHORUS)
Not a single one was fazed,
Although I’m green and circular,
Not a single brow was raised.
