Not like the brazen New York houses famed
with conquering coffee now in hand,
here on our square, awash with thought does stand
a place where conversation daily flamed
by modern gadgets fancifully named
is lighting up our own beloved land
which glows a world-wide welcome to demand
acceptance of the new computer framed.
"So keep, commercial greed, your clutching key
to profit only. Give us yearning poor,
the disconnected masses seeking free
the entire world though on this inland shore.
Send hungry for both food and thought to me,
I lift my cup in greeting at my door."