the big apple

Finding my way through outrageous crowds

Where some people cry and some laugh out loud

No matter who we are, our eyes can see,

The endless, glossy, skyscrapers and shimmering trees

I listen closely as the tourists speak

But this fades away with the screech beneath

A wintry chill hitting the side of my face

Then turn to 42nd street

I’m starting to pace

The smell of freshly brewed coffee is in the air

A hint of toasted bagels

No need to share

The city lights brighter than the sun

The Hudson River- reflected upon

Next comes Fifth Avenue

Over a million shops

Better hurry up

Because time never stops

The cars keep moving

The people keep walking

After all, it is New York City: The City That Never Sleeps