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