ode to the city...
as i stroll downtown...
as i roam the streets...
i keep searching for that familiar beat.
the heart of the city...
the pulse of this town...
i feel the excitement has somewhat died down.
the artists are elsewhere...
the masses moved in...
it seems that my city is less than it's been.
i stop in a cafe...
to seek some relief...
and am somewhat surprised by the strength of my grief.
my city is changing...
that's certainly clear...
and it all makes me ponder - what's left for me here?
so i take a step back...
and i look all around...
and its clear - she's the best city i've ever found.
i *heart* ny...