Theme from New York, New York

Rolled up the last pair of stockings

and ballet shoes tucked snugly,

hair bunned up, as mother stands

by the door. She hugs and whispers

best of luck — now, trekking down

the street, bag slung over the shoulder:

driving all the way to the big NY to

make it big; along the countryside,

the trees stand eternal and grow

to billboards, with the face of the

rising star and the name in sequined

gold and red; no stopping for gas,

no stopping for food, the hours of

driving through America, hand

clamily clasping the steering wheel,

foot steady on the clutch and eyes

zooming into the road to stardom;

what surprise you’ll get at the end!

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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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