Hoboken, the armpit of the nation
I blame Frank Sinatra.
In A Prominent Bar In Secaucus One Day
by X. J. Kennedy
In a prominent bar in Secaucus one day
Rose a lady in skunk with a top-heavy sway,
Raised a knobby red finger — all turned from their beer —
While with eyes bright as snowcrust she sang high and clear:
Now who of you’d think from an eyeload of me
That I once was a lady as proud as can be?
Oh I’d never sit down by a tumble-down drunk
If it wasn’t, my dears, for the high cost of junk.
All the gents used to swear that the white of my calf
Beat the down of a swan by a length and a half.
In the kerchief of linen I caught to my nose
Ah, there never fell snot, but a little gold rose.
I had seven gold teeth and a toothpick of gold;
My Virginia cheroot with a leaf it was rolled,
And I’d light it each time with a thousand in cash;
Why the bums used to fight if I flicked them an ash.
Once the toast of the Biltmore, the belle of the Taft,
I would drink bottle beer at the Drake (never draft!),
And dine at the Astor on Salisbury Steak
With a clean table cloth for each bite I would take.
In a car like the Roxy I’d roll to the track,
A steel-guitar trio and bar in the back,
And the wheels made no noise, they turned ever so fast;
Still it took you ten minutes to see me go past.
When the horses bowed down to me that I might choose,
I bet on them all for I hated to lose.
Now I’m saddled each night for my butter and eggs
And the broken threads race down the backs of my legs.
Let you hold in mind, girls, that your beauty must pass
Like a lovely white clover that rusts with its grass.
Keep your bottoms off bar stools and marry while young
Or be left, an old barrel with many a bung.
For when time takes you out for a spin in his car,
You’ll be hard-pressed to stop him from going too far
And be left by the roadside, for all your good deeds —
Two toadstools for tits and a face full of weeds.
All the house raised a cheer, but the man at the bar
Made a phone call and up pulled a red patrol car.
And she blew us a kiss as he copped her away
From that prominent bar in Secaucus, NJ.
Armpit? Rents there are among the highest in the NYC metro area. I’d never live there (I’m a few miles west) because I could never live in a city, but Hoboken NJ is a very concentrated area of wealth.
Decades ago it was a total dump; NYC’s collapse put it back on the map.
Lotsa wall street wealth in Hoboken.
"...Hoboken...the armpit of the nation..."