An Ode to New York City

Ah, New York…

Ah New York,
The City that never sleeps
Because its so exasperated

Ah New York,
The City that never sleeps
Because its possessed
by desperation

Ah New York,
The city that smells of
hot garbage
in the summer

and

where the wind
whips you with
displeasure
in the winter

Subway cars are awash
with the sorrowful faces
that ride them
in the morning

and

in the evening

“We are being held momentarily
by the train’s dispatcher,”
You hear, as you walk
into the car
as you leave work

Time passes.
No movement.
The train turns local.

“Another hour,” you quietly mutter.
Another hour without your family
Another hour you sit
and wait while time passes by.