Bored In Manhattan
Walk the streets, Passed the subway trains
Echos of piss and debris, Filled streets
Rushed paces, Sky scrapers withhold glory
Look onto and pass, The city that never sleeps
An overwhelming sight of rodents, Amongst the people
Much like scattered roaches, They raid on Broadway
Faces fade into the dark, Looking straight ahead overlooking the light
Scaffolds supporting a frame, Old buildings becoming a hip name
Into the train I go, Onto the L from Time Square
Into Brooklyn underground, Almost there
Before Me Grand street, Next stop Montrose Ave
Up the stairs and into the light, Different from what I remember in these flights
To take flight and see all my childhood memories
Home always feels the same, When your heart stands frozen from a teen age
Montrose and Graham, The Ave of Puerto Rico to be exact
My pride still lives loud, That's a fact!
Live Art on an open scene, untamed by four walls for all to see
Refreshing scent of pollutants from Mobile Steam
There's no place like home, Who needs the country
People bored in Manhattan, Vacation else where please.....I Do!
12/25/2015
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