NYC....A Poem by Bradsome more travel thoughts...this was where i belonged high towers blocking the sun a slight fear within the populace of an incident in september brought them all together a starbucks on every corner artists still in greenwich beautiful dego women calling me into their bistros in little italy the hole where twins once stood saddens my heart but the streets alive hustle and bustle horns, sirens, cell phones all at one time yet i find peace here i'm whoever i want to be here in the Big Apple pubs, music, art how can i ask for more the deli's, the accents, the variety of cultures enmeshed without ignorance from the New Yorker room 3414 i can see the Empire State Building colored for christmas through a 14 by 2 window lost i am here lost at home first and the last the romance the inspiration nestled in the busy... © 2010 BradAuthor's Note
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