Bronx’s Spoken Word Night Flows in Mott Haven

Mott Haven rhymed last night with the Bronx’s Spoken Word Night, voicing NYC’s spring at a 138th Street bar. Poet Jay Patel spat verses as 150 snapped, a $10 ticket surge of lines. It’s borough voice—pure BX vibe, mics hot. A kid stumbled a rhyme; a pro burned a tale. ‘Bronx speaks—this is it,’ Patel says, pacing stage. The room turned poetry slam.

The night’s fresh—March 22’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing stools by 7 p.m. Patel’s a Fordham bard; last night’s crowd hit max—claps rang. A latecomer nabbed a seat; beats dropped—NYC grit glowed. Runs one night—words ruled. #BronxSpoken trended; Queens wants a mic.

Some griped—’Too loud,’ sniped a shybie, dodging snaps. Mic buzzed—fixed quick; flow held. A rival’s pitching a Soundview verse, splitting lines. Still, 200 stayed—voice reigned. Mott Haven’s never flowed so bold.

Patel’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a park if spring bites. ‘NYC’s soul—this spills it,’ he says, packing pages. The night’s a Bronx win—grit meets rhythm. It’s a word rush; catch the next. Bring a pen—lines call.