Big Apple, I’m After Your Core

To New York City I fly
The polar opposite appeals
Rerun my day, I won’t
I prefer to clear the board
Live the story of the now
Forgive me, then

Concrete, fast streets
Live up to your promise
Fill me, the determined
Make me desire your pulse
And beat to your drum

Laden with stop lights
You still command go!
By example I must proceed
Fast, forward

By Colette Cosky

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