New York, New York

I long to stand at the bright shores

Of the metropolitan capital of the world

One day; breathing through the rain,

Taskless in my black trench, suitcase,

Umbrella, hailing taxicabs and subways,

Enjoying the long commute to nowhere,

The endless drizzle of rain disappearing

Until the puddle freezes, and the busy

Streets grows busier, the faces lost

In the fog, and I undress by myself

In the lonesome apartment I’ve called

Home, turning off the heat to shiver,

And tearing the open tortilla bag to

Scrape the crumbs for king’s supper


This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.

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