Goodnight City

Fears and hope

All mixed together

In on moment

Of letting go

Growing Up

Not growing old

Ride the train home

When the timing is just right

So the doors will open and

Step into the night

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A Good Day

Do you think it will be a good one

The man leans in

To his friend

Hoping for a positive message back

That will be sent

On a cold day in New York City

What makes a good day

What makes a bad day

On the streets of Manhattan

Looking up at the tall buildings

While the people keep passing

I think it will be a good one

With sunshine and charity

Let’s hope for a good one

Today

A Head Start

I didn’t want to get going

It was a humid morning in house

Frigid out

The clatter of opening stores

With freight trucks whipping by

The cold has a different feel before

The sun

It settles a little deeper

As the day opens up

The world does as well

I have seen in my own eyes

These early New York City mornings

When all feels off

Yet it is perfectly right

 

The Manhattan Strut

Water collections

Puddles

That can potentially by cars

Keep clear of inch deep waters

Splashing from others

Falling items

Birds

Traffic

Others

Walk

The tight rope

Walk on thin ice

Manhattan Strut

In the reins of winter

Staying clear

Of the hazards

How I have learned from others

My own follies

Tried and true

Walking in the rain

I’ve learned to get through

Head Down

Hopes and dreams

Pretty distant things

As in one moment

Creeps away

With speedy wings

How should I proceed

When the headlines

Read

All is headed down

Across the world

A giant frown

I guess I will just

Keep a brisk pace

And keep my own head down

The Other Guy

Not a football type

Not a sportsman

Or a marksman

Not a fleet-footed runner

Not a Hercules

Different

But not to much

I’m the other guy

A craftsman of words

Tied up in outlandish hopes

Of artistic fancies

Guess I would rather be

Walking than dancing

 

 

Survival in New York City – An Epidemic Begins

Ching

Ching

Ching

$40 gone

A snack split by two

$20

2 slices of pizza

$8

Ching

Laundry

$20

Time

Gone

Ching

Restaurants with higher prices

Meeting higher rents

Ching

Old apartment

Barely able to host guests

While the rent inflates

Uncontrollably

Ching

Instability

Toothpaste

Toilet paper

Ching

Ching

Falling hopes of reservations

How can the prices keep soaring

Questions now

In every situation

“What do you do for a living”

“How do we… live?”

Ching

Coffee $5

Parking

Free

Thank God

How can a city run so freely

Yet so dangerously

Close

To default

How do we survive

What do we do

The Questions

Are now being

Asked in every quadrant

Flee

Maybe

Ching

Let’s call it a night

Don’t Become It

Don’t become tired and angry

Don’t let the easy part

Get you

In our own reverb room

We are trapped

If we only look for what we want

We look

Please look

Beyond

Continue to be human

And understand

That is the only path

In these times

Stated in The Times

Humanity required

For future generations

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