Street Beat

Life has a rythm, even in confusion Listen to the beat, feel it's profusion Boom dity boom clankity clunk I close my eyes, I feel the funk Street car screeching, footsteps on ground Pop bottle dropping, glass breaking sound Voices rise and fall, cabbie screams out loud Anger frustration from demonstrating crowd Honking horns, join the symphony Leaves rustling, exhaust blowing on tree Boom box beating, dancers getting down To some song, called Monkey Town Children giggle, running down the street Flip flops slapping, beat beat beat Lost in the sounds, swirling around That's why New York, is my kinda town