The Bookmen from Brooklyn,
or so I’ve been told,
are gents I’d be lucky to meet –
The Bookmen from Brooklyn
sell tomes rare and old,
but not along any known street.
The Bookmen from Brooklyn,
they peddle their wares
through the paths of your mind, not the city –
They ply you with words, then
catch you unawares –
blink and they’re gone! What a pity.
The Bookmen from Brooklyn,
they come and they go,
leaving musty old book smell behind,
and if you have met them,
you’ll already know,
their existence remains undefined.
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