New
York’s lost an icon
Who was in your face and brash.
He always spoke his mind and thus,
With many he did clash.
Who was in your face and brash.
He always spoke his mind and thus,
With many he did clash.
A
three-term mayor with a bridge
That’s honored with his name,
His trademark “How’m I doin?”
Vaulted him to fame.
That’s honored with his name,
His trademark “How’m I doin?”
Vaulted him to fame.
He
never lived in Gracie Mansion,
Long a mayor’s goal,
Instead remaining in his village pad,
With rent control.
Long a mayor’s goal,
Instead remaining in his village pad,
With rent control.
Koch
rarely wore a hat, but once,
While in a winter storm,
His pate, uncharacteristically,
Was covered to be warm.
While in a winter storm,
His pate, uncharacteristically,
Was covered to be warm.
Reporters
teased him and he laughed,
While pointing to his head,
“This schmatte*? Yeah, it was a gift;”
And that was just so Ed.
While pointing to his head,
“This schmatte*? Yeah, it was a gift;”
And that was just so Ed.
To
many, me included,
He was New York quintessential.
Perhaps his strong appeal
Was rooted in the residential.
He was New York quintessential.
Perhaps his strong appeal
Was rooted in the residential.
I
think New Yorkers, all of us,
Will miss old Mayor Koch.
The city won’t be quite the same
Without him on his watch.
Will miss old Mayor Koch.
The city won’t be quite the same
Without him on his watch.
*Yiddish
for a rag or cheap piece of material
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