The City with 'go' in it, local milk carton slogan.
Huh. Not apparent to big city boys like us.
Tysons Reef Hotel next to the Gasometer.
Sand-blasted, view-denying front windows,
nasal radio drone of odds and sods on racehorses.
Serious hat-wearing men in flannel pants, rolled-up
sleeves, alighting at tram terminus on Bridge Street.
Before the Chinese Dragon unstretched at the Easter Show,
hang back and check lurid painted sideshow tents:
Vanessa The Undresser, The Girl With The Twin 44s.
Slick haired spruiker urging someone to get up close.
Nervous sucker pushed forward by his leering mates,
invited to place his hand on stripper's rippling stomach.
Oohs and aahs. Bored, pursed lips, jangling, dangling.
Small men parking big cars nose to kerb.
Smoke from raked street elm leaves burning.
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