NYC days, weeks, months, and years.
Starting before dawn with a soulcycle workout;
Ending well into dusk: alcoholic blackout.
Coffee-aroused, strutting down Mercer and Green;
Rosé-buzzed, limping from the bars in Brooklyn.
About the one too many guys you are dating all at once,
But also the anxiety of non-existing romance.
Bonding with all folks around you became a sacred purpose,
Missing that this many ties can only form on the surface.
Ice cream, drinks, good vibes - wired during day;
More drinks, greater vibes - keep sleep out of bay.
Feelings of freedom reminiscent of staring into ridge,
Whenever lost in Grand Central, or driving across the bridge.
Skyscrapers eating on the sky;
Wall street’s endless money supply.
Strangers connecting on deeper levels
For they’re all Big City’s crazy dwellers.
Pairing wine with late night bites,
A first kiss under dim lights.
Bands singing on the F train to Queens;
Fleet week celebrating the marines.
So much to do, even more to see,
Always places where you need to be.
By a place that makes each feel desired,
You’re no less than intensely inspired.
While yellow cabs are hectically honking,
The rest of folks are calmly J walking.
Any trendy place that you would recommend?
Actually a couple opened last weekend.
Wherever you go, whomever you see,
Got them one-off feels of New York City.
Easily disturbed by what’s mainstream;
Seeing indifference for the extreme.
Literally, as the subway passes beneath,
Or when beneath you are, feeling you can’t breathe.
Street agitation that unfolds in slowmo;
Silence at home, during the fight with FOMO.
Seeing asymmetry, you hear discord,
You taste what is new, yet it smells like it’s old.
Seen nothing like it – you think that you’re dreaming.
It’s real. Pinch yourself and you will be screaming.
Erratic conditions leave you perplexed;
Forever wondering what to do next.
Success in this culture is the ultimate probe
Into your capacity to take on the globe!
Itchy feet chase marveling thoughts;
Constant need to connect the dots.
Every soul that puts down roots
Shall be met with warm salutes.
See through the late-night Manhattan spree,
Sense how forever young you will be.
I thank my dearest city for its palette full of flavor,
I thank it for the invigorating life I got to savor.