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                             I

When the greater gods pass through
They usually ignore the God of Penn Station
Remembering when he was the Spirit of Ronkonkoma
Until he fell asleep on the 7:56 limited express.
Hebe, though, tops off his beer as she drifts by.

                             II

The God of Penn Station received a delegation
Of nervous rats in his office on Platform 17
Under the stairs to Seventh Avenue.
Is it true, they asked, that you have advertised
For a coyote? Are we and the pigeons not enough?
Coyotes, said the God of Penn Station,
Are very hot right now, and their howls
Will keep drowsy high school girls alert
While they wait for the 2:06 back to Little Falls.