New York skyline
greets me tonite.
The Blue Angels over head.
As the rain comes pouring down.
Old people sitting by the Hudson.
Gangs a plenty.
The Warriors second to done.
Mets on the walk.
Score me another run.
Run in the window.As Liberty waves & smiles to me.
A green misty tea.
Coffee has a new morning.
Rio in the peoplès eyes.
Eyes upon the athletes.
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