I sing a song of urban power

Of rhythmic backdrops and graffiti splashes

The song of an elevated train

You know the thump

Talent pours out of the pores of sweet pungent New York

Shapes of faces and ugly beauty

The most dichotomous place on earth

Hard Times, Old Leather Jackets, New Money and Old

Uncertainty and wonder for foreign travellers

Just another trip down the BQE for the locals

Lost in place that is easy to love

Who really pays attention to you

If anyone at all

Be Safe, Be Wild, Be Free

Zack from the Key Bar on 13th Street will tell you

That train is still rocking

Rocks you awake, Rocks you to sleep

Away from a jungle that is concrete

And all I feel is the warmth of culture

While In a New York State of Mind.

 

Daymyen Tyler Layne ©