In New York City the streets are paved with stars because you can't see the sky.
In New York City the lights are so bright you almost need sunglasses.
In
New York City there is trash and people smoking weed in dank
construction "hallways." There are sewage smells and people begging for
change. There are veterans begging for enough to survive and people
wearing the latest fashions.
In New York City there are small
sections of beauty, delicious food and bits of whimsy. There are tall
buildings full of lights that twinkle brighter than the moon and Times
Square is the sun at night.
In New York City there are museums
full of fragments of our history, fragments of other lives. There is a
bitterness of dreams deferred and a sweetness of something being right.
There is kindness if you look for it, if you are willing to share it.
In
New York City a cop pulls over a taxi driver for running a red light.
Someone walks in on another person in the bathroom even though they are
screaming "occupied!" There are huge slices of cheese pizza and "Ponzu
sliders." There are frightening taxi rides and smiling faces. Bacon
Lollipops are on sale next to the black teas in Chinatown bazaars.
New
York, New York. Its a hell of a town. A big juicy apple waiting for you
to take a bite, just mind the worms. It'll be Marilyn Monroe if you let
it, or it'll be a sad commentary on the rush and deconstruction of our
everyday lives. Which do you choose?
Either way you go it is simply New York.
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