Yo Harry, you were the man.
Random name from a 9/11 Memorial Jar.
A photo of you on your memorial page.
You were a stud bro.
We both grew up in the hood and
had a thing for beautiful Latinas with green eyes.
I know your song was "Heaven must be missing an Angel".
You lived Saturday Night Fever every night
and Tony Manero was your hero.
But you may have been a better dancer.
I was right there with you bro.
I in the Bronx and you in Brooklyn,
hanging out on the stoops on sizzling summer nights
grooving to Tito Fuente's salsa magic.
You saved a fella name Victor.
A total stranger, and you sacrificed.
You were a carpenter by trade.
Really bro?
We both know another brother from the hood.
He too was a carpenter by trade
who knew a thing or two about sacrifice.
I know you must be dancing with the angels now.
Just another name from a jar.
-Respect from the Bronx
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