Columbia Street

Columbia Street

is filled with a certain intense heat

rising from an ethnic beat

formed by children’s playing feet

It has a bodega there

and a salon for black people’s hair

and everyone knows where

the hot locations are to meet

People savor italian ice

to hide the stench of curry spice

praying it will kill the mice

they’re unable to defeat

But on the never-ending street

a gymnastics team did meet

and if you came early for a seat

you’d see their hip-hoppin beat

You’d catch the glimmer in their eye

and watch their mothers cry

then you’d understand why

this team is unable to compete

This team cannot find a match

that has the same type of catch

for creating a golden treasure stash

of the young talented and elite