| New York, New York Plumes of smoke, rivers of gray, looming eminence of steel People flood to and fro, missing the one begging for a meal They pass on by, unknowledgeable of the other side To those, from which they fear, hide Faceless identities wonder around Treading the burger bar garbage into the ground Not a care in the world but for their own space Police pursue the usual suspects and then give chase Buildings of cold, black steel follow But not as much as those whose lives are so hollow Shattered pictures in shards of glass scattered More pass by, as if nothing else mattered Flashing lights for traffic and crime Glowing subtly dull under a layer of grime Hoards of concrete underfoot all the way Black in the night, black in the day The nightlife blasts on at high volume As the groaning four wheeled monsters release smog in another plume Few remain dodging the beasts all night As so many sleep at a height The following light unearths crime aftermath As tired, over-worked cops clear a path So that money-hungry businessmen can burrow their hands Into the economy, but not into their pockets for those holding rusty cans A selfish, grimy, crime ridden place, high and mighty, but still necessary |