The essence of Syracuse, New York
Is what I set out to capture
The ruminations of a Rust Belt dork
On a canal town that once manufactured
The point is to tell its entire story
Including the parts that are good
You already know the stuff that is gory
The crime, poverty, snow, and the hood
The place, it used to dominate
And not just on the basketball court
It was a key piece of the Empire State
On brains and art it never fell short
Until the late 20th century, that is
When things began to fall apart
Where people witnessed the death of biz
An Orange land littered with broken hearts
Hardship was conflated with stupidity
In a way that was plain cruel
The complex became inferiority
Long forgotten was the salt-making jewel
But if you listen, the burg’s got so much to tell
Way more than meets the eye
You’ll learn it simply had a bad spell
Its plans for the future aiming quite high
You may think I sound like a broken record
Saying the same things over and over
Obsessing about places with pasts that are checkered
Some sort of fanatical Great Lakes rover
But the books on Buffalo and Rochester are doing great
If you’ll allow me a little white lie
Because some reviews are full of hate
One even accused me of using AI!
Hey, at least I’m not writing about Toledo
Actually, that one will be next
I’ll find a joint that makes burritos
And tell you about it—in just plain text
Back to the essence of Syracuse, New York
I think you’ll find the scene rather swell
In this series I will not stick a fork
So wish the book—and Salt City—well
Note: The paperback version will be available shortly.
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