Written by: Edmund Siejka

Bar is standing room only
Poetry reading
Hopefuls and veterans make the scene
Rub shoulders
Drinks in hand
Crowd at the bar
The place closes down
Quietly people move
Like silent shadows 
Without saying goodbye.

Second Avenue alive
Young people congregate 
Hustlers stand on corners
Neon lights twinkle in the night
A few street people
Sit in a doorway
Huddled and lost 
Hustle for change
Something to eat
Playing music that only the stars can hear
The beat of the city goes on
Never stopping
Only the vastness of night 
Reminds us
That we belong somewhere.