Crossing busy streets looking up at billboards as pigeons scatter at my feet feeling rushed being pushed on the bus stuck in traffic heading for the park I sit reading black and white thoughts on a 100 year old bench that will be replaced with concrete and steel I am never surprised I do not give up it is caffeine that keeps me fueled even at night I cannot see the stars but it never stops honking yellow cabs let me pass by red stoplights in a city that never sleeps my stack of books sits by my bed with barking from the neighbourhood dogs and meowing from the neighbourhood homeless man it is 4:00 that's AM not PM I'm feeling pizza maybe pastrami the restaurant is crowded laughing singing it is popcorn at the cinema that lets me escape everyday life footsteps away from reality laundry left out to dry by whatever heat remains subway life puts me where I go it does not matter how far it is my pleasure to enjoy how short life may be in this city it is never boring because I am me in...
