Night Time In the Big Apple
Pedestrians rule the city
Cross-lights are ignored
Rushing to the neon lights
Above the night-life doors
The middle finger is a common response
To a car horn’s incessant blare
Flashing lights from billboard signs
Reflecting on pink hair
New York City on any night
No matter the day of the week
Not a place for the mild-mannered tourist
Or a playground for the meek
City lights replace the sun
As if it never set
Don’t go home before twelve-o’clock
The party hasn’t started yet
Taxi cabs will run you down
It’s just another dent
You have not been pick-pocketed
That money you have spent
You can repeat Sinatra’s line
“If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere”
Just don’t be insulted if we are not impressed
Because New Yorkers don’t really care
New York, NY – Night Time
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