Truman Capote and fruit compote
Have something in common worth a note:
They both of them thrived in Brooklyn Heights
And both became hot tourist sites.
The Heights remains a big attraction
And gets a major-league reaction
Not only because it's New York's first suburb
And mentioned in every Capote blurb
But also for its nutritious street names,
Which somehow burn with singular flames.
There's tree-lined Orange Street, for one,
Where children ride their bikes for fun.
Then Cranberry, going down to the river
And Manhattan's skyline--makes you shiver.
Pineapple Street demands a stop,
Where Walt Whitman had a printing shop.
Two para-fruit streets lie nearby
Deserving of the visitor's eye:
The first suggests a juicy melon
And has the tangy name Joralemon,
While the second's Poplar, a salute
To Billie Holiday's strange fruit.
Brooklyn Heights--a must-see stop,
Delicious brownstones with a cherry on top!
