Hollowed

I live in New York, and I am a New Yorker, 
And I am also...a worker. 
I close the door to my house, and begin walking, 
I turn on my cellphone, and start talking. 
I look to my left and look to my right, 
Always trying to keep those cars in sight. 
I come to the first light, and I cross the street 
As rats scurry below my feet. 
I kick at them, and try to get them off my shoes. 
But they don't even have a clue, 
And that's when I knew...I look up and see 
A car coming straight at me.I guess I am lucky, 
I didn't feel him even pass me. I start walking again 
And keep on chatting. But cant hear my friend 
Yacking. And then all of these people, rushed past me? 
I turn around to see where their all going. 
Oh the h*** with that, I'll just go back. 
And there I was, Jack! 
I have all these things start going off in my head. 
Oh my God, Am I dead?