Cities

There was once a meeting
Between three great cities,
One of them was an irony,
One, a forgotten dream
And the other, a premature baby.
Each of them had a great river,
And lovers always flocked in numbers,
But history would play a mocking game
Three of them, locked in a single frame.

The cities, jammed into each other
Couldn't care less for the admirers
They decided to speak out, to protest
Queens wouldn't listen to artist's requests.

So what could the artist do?
Penny-less, he drank himself to
Day-time nightmares and nightly strolls,
Losing himself in unknown lanes
Waking up to receding pain,
He managed to learn a new city-lore.