Lunch on Third Avenue

Had lunch with a friend And we sat in the shade In a sidewalk arrangement The restaurant made. I live on the east side And she on the west. We meet to catch up At each other’s request. The corner was busy And traffic zipped by. With sirens and buses, I’m not gonna lie, The noisiness level Was blaring and loud, Plus bulldozers rolled As pedestrians cowed. Construction just added More rat-a-tat-tats, With shouts from the workers In safety-type hats. My friend and I chatted, Our voices both raised, Delighted to be there, New Yorkers unfazed.