New York Fast

I go to bed early; Can’t drink too much wine. They offer me seats on the bus. (I decline.) But when I’m out walking I am unsurpassed And proud that my gait Still remains New York fast. I zigzag past tourists And step off the curb When someone’s slow pace Right in front does perturb. I’m not in a rush But the way that I move Is how New Yorkers do it When they’re in the groove. So outta my way And prepare to be passed For as long as I’m able, I’ll be New York fast!