Jersey Nights--2008

This was about my journey of working in Manhattan and living in a small town ..away from all of that called Harrison or east newark ,new jersey for several years...

" Jersey nights.. Staring at possibilities across the Hudson Bay... NYC city lights are glimmering My visions .''blinded by flashing lights as I lay in a dark place... " Jersey nights-.I smoked my last pack of cigarettes and trace out the smoke rings on the train-" This Industrial Van Gough". The beauty in flaws I approach the block of Hudson I procrastinate in a town that would not dare. I take another drag of my cigarette ,until the clock moves me "Destinations to reach " Yet I am still .Another Sleepless night in a sleepy town The ice cream truck sings a joyful tune .The  neighborhood watch dog barks in a fearful rage-his cries keep me awake--as I hear the echoes of darkness .. . I watch through my window as they open up my illusions . I look to see the views from afar "The NYC skyline "

 I am disillusioned by the serenity as I close my window .... and eyes. .. and am awoken by A canvas of images that are displayed vividly as I visualize those colors in my dreams . .. A disconnected reality black and white.. . I listen as I hold on to the colors .from my window as I connect them... I can hear all the sounds

 "A New York night .." the screeching of the subways.. the violins ,the drum beats on garbage pals beating rapidly -like NYC itself ... Spring whispering softly as it outlines our secret desires . New York echoes with sounds as I lay silent barking in a fearful rage, Yet not scared of anything ... Fueled by the fire that burns within each soul who takes one step.. The pulsating rhythms that no one can quite catch .....


 Another Jersey night ... Another early train to catch , whizzing by me amongst the hustlers, the folks who chase A closed race. --- They keep running each day.


 Another pack of cigarettes .and bills lay out on my table
I am armed with courage and my hot pink Snow Boots ;I push through my door just to open another one. My room is modest and drab-Rich in mystery in a" Sepia tone", but I can still see the colors beyond this black and white gated fence... as my imagination paints over the darkness of poverty.

 The mood of my apartment cries. I feel the chill in this lonely space Yet when I get , past the Lincoln Tunnel- "I too, am running"- "You never saw me there." I just passed you by, always awaiting the finish line As I was chasing a closed race..

Reviews

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

Well written, I am a native NY and love the city with all you discribed and made alive.

Thank you for entering my contest and the best of luck to you.