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What New York City Means to Me

We had a fight,
we dileberated
through the night
over the idea
that we were
going nowhere fast.

I took the money,
it was a dark,
cold Monday-
I drove to New York City
on our savings
six-hundred dollars~
I drove into the night
more than 13 hours.
But oh,
the City's powers.
The lights
crossing the
Brooklyn Bridge
at night
is sight
to the blind-
Past lives,

left behind.
You never know
what kind
of show
you may find-
In the lights
in the dark.

Morning came
I awoke
to majestic
sights- I've
never spoken
to a soul.

Busseling streets,
How the city feeds
on the movement
of mortal feet,
Sweet concrete
and soft-asphalt;
Steel and miorrored
skyscrapers;
I saw my name
in newspapers.
That very day~
I felt the pulse
of the city;
everything is pretty
fantastic
when your a kid
in New York City.

I hopped on a tourist bus,
everything was beautiful
to us-
It's funny the things
you tend to discuss
with strangers on a
tourist bus....

Like the majesty of
Lady Libery-
The Twin-Towers
we didn't know~
we were fortunate
to see;
but we were
impressed
we knew we were
truly blessed
to see the sights
to feel the heights,
to know the rights
of an American Citizen,
and to experience
the sanctity,
and the symbolism,
first hand.
Freedom rang~
somewhere inside us.

I walked the steets for hours
I watched a movie in the park.
The big city can be frightening,
As day turns into dark.
I took a bus to Laguardia,
Somehow I found my car,
Exhausted, I fell fast aleep-
In New York City,
In the backseat
of my car.

Home wasen't far...
All alone,
home wasn't
far from my mind.

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