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