Bored In Manhattan

From my penthouse here in Manhattan I observe crowds of bodies all in fast forward mode Through slightly dampened windows I watch fascinated As locals and visitors cramp into one “Big Apple” More people in Manhattan than my four neighboring boroughs I am just an unknown local or tourist to most Later I sit among strangers and friends on black plastic chairs Near the porcelain figurine of Elvis, the King Enjoying my Southern Country breakfast with a NY bagel for an extra dollar In EJ’s Luncheonette, below my building, on the Upper East side Different races, skins and religions harmonious A multicultural city that never sleeps Times Square magnificently lit at night Bright lights all colors of the rainbow flicker Broadway theatres and shows all famous in their own right Central Park or Central “Perk” put us forever on the map, all thanks to six Friends The rivers Hudson and Harlem bind us all together As we chant to each other “Have a nice day” If you ever visit you will have no reason to be Bored in Manhattan