“Start spreading the news
I’m leaving today…
I wanna be a part of it
New York, New York!”
So goes the song…
And after a week of
A taste of NY, I’d like to sing,
“I don’t want to be a part of it
New York, New York!”
Because I love to sleep.
For thirteen years, friends had said,
“Come on over,” and so I finally did
A thirteen-hour drive from North Carolina
Speeding on I-95 seemed like a rat race indeed!
Lost my turn in Manhattan
Drivers changing lanes without giving signals
Drivers honking horns for reasons I couldn’t comprehend
Pedestrians crossing on red lights…
And I couldn’t comprehend!
Finally gave up driving
Took the buses and trains
With souls of all shades, sizes and scents
Clothed in everything made in China
Wearing weary faces with eyes shut
Blinding themselves with cheap shades
Protecting themselves with earphones
For why not?
The trembling trains are screaming
Pounding on poor Mother Earth
Smearing her face, making her stink all day!
On the streets the sane rush, the insane walk aimlessly
The sane talk on the phone, the insane talk to themselves
No matter what—both are always in motion
Eyes, mouth, limbs—all in motion
The New Yorkers don’t want to sleep?
I thought so for the song says,
“I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps”
But something seems to be wrong somewhere
I wonder if you could tell?
/Jamison062506
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