New York City

Waking up in New York City
Dreaming about how it all began
Bright lights, big city
New Amsterdam and the Indians
you called me in tears
and it looks like rain
I walk south
through our playground
civilization's [bad word] taxi, taxi, taxi
warm and pungent seats
take me across the bridge
i can't be late
I'm heavy with you through cold morning [bad word] with the rabble under gluttonous swelling skies
 [bad word] to you
over clandestine sidewalks [bad word] to you
CRASHING through dead leaves
CRASH-ING!!!!!! [bad word] to you
counting cracks in the sidewalks [bad word] to you
CRASHING
the crosswalk says stop
but there you are
flickers of a picture
between the static of cars
and it's a relief
that these walls are so high
like arms that hold us together
waiting for a green light
go- go- go-
STOP!
go- go- go-
STOP!
We embrace in the heart of our city
On wet broken sidewalks we're free