(Maybe if these poems included the name of the bar they could be part of the Don’t Miss This New York Guidebook, in verse)
The Hamilton 998 Amsterdam Avenue New York
I have a son. It was the 60’s.
We were hippies and we wanted
him to be a king. So we named him
Raja. Not Dweezel or Moon Unit.
Just Raja. He hated his name
so when he could he became Ronald.