Minnie Mouse gets grabassed
by a white whiskered alchy
in the leftover 50’s light
of the arcades of 42nd Street
jazz Cadillacs scream in octaves
generations wait at the cosmic light

Chorus
At the crossroads
of America

The ghosts of Kerouac and Monk
waltz with the wrecker ball
they dance the runaway dream
for leave sailors and poet boys
the masterbuilder’s crane is chewing
spitting out the pits of B-movie queens

The millennium bus is coming
the ball’s about to fall
the mean streets of inspiration
metamorphose into a mall