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
Goodnight City
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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
Kick Backs
Who received
The goal achieved
The investor sequestered
The average man forgotten
Kick-backs
Go all the way to the top
Not to the saved
But to the saving
Not to be returned
Kick backs stale
Kick backs burned
Dear Deer
Dear deer
As you walk over the street
Remember that what you
Can not see
You must hear
Or walk faster
Deer
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
We inspire
