It had its origins in the sandy past
Of Atlantic City, the old boardwalk
And the short blocks, the brief alleys
And small businesses with names
Decalled over long empty windows.
Pepper Alley they called one Italian street;
The Church of St. Michael the Archangel
Still stands, but across from a vast
Parking lot, of the kind Ducktown
Had no need for in the past, when houses
Were built for family use, small yet
Somehow roomy, facing the Atlantic wind;
Eventually demolished to make room
For cars, and the extra space they require
And the nothing else they need.
Ducktown Tavern Open 24-7: a neon
Reminder that whatever the changes,
It’s hard to kill a name, and you are in Jersey.