From My Window

after I turn off the TV - that electric eye I gaze out of my window at the FDR Drive A line of car - their headlights slicing into the darkness the bridge dotted with gem - like small lights reaches out over the waters of the East Rive The traffic breaks and cars begin to whizz by Thousands of tired citizens are heading homeward The city seems like a man - made engine at times Trucks pass over the bridge Through the clouds moonlight can be seen its rays reflected in the waters of the East River Urban joys and sorrows manifest themselves tonight As I gaze from my window on the Lower East Side of Gotham - New York City