City Limit Lights

In the city's limits at dark, All the lights were in a glow From corner to corner stood The brightness shimmered its shows. It is something to view at night, If you haven't been to the city before Put it on your bucket list, And go on vacation in New York, Oh, don't resist! The hustle and bustle that goes on, Those street players performing Whatever their art, craft, or music They'll be doing some ameliorating, Be sure they'll do it! You'll hear the saxophones, And the brass horns to Those series of strings bring them Blues players up from Blackwood Gorge. The Mardi Gra is the city that lives. Oh, those blues are playing, Its echoes are from corner to corner Those brass cymbals are swaying Like the slippery, shambling water On a tin roof when it's raining.