An Ode to Noo Yark

im in mourning of

sleepless lights

and misty mornings

where i pass

through the park

and take a tumble over ice

where i ride

sweeping winds

downtown

theres chains of bikes and bridges

oh, a graffiti giraffe

and a gigantic hello

from the bottle man

busy busy bees

at the food truck

and drugs and users

uber n starbucks n subway n

uber n starbuck n subway

pizza

off the mad hatter manhatten

and off to a new island to

break in brooklyn and

cyclone through coney

whilst rooftops of snow turn

wartaaa on broadway

and im back on 92nd

with its liquor shops and lounges

where the party goers go

blocks on blocks

and thanksgiving?

gone

i parade

my old new york

in a tumble of words

day after day

the afternoon

the morning

dear friends you better get used to hearing the words when i was in new york