New York Poem by William F Glennon

The twilight shines bright below the horizon in New York.
The lights of the skyscrapers turn on like clockwork.

Sounds of hissing steam come up through the manholes.
The subway train carries all those faceless souls.

People walk by looking for some sort of salivation.
Looking for answers to questions of faith and expectations.

I've walked these streets alone without fear.
Our ancestors built this city. They were the dreamers and pioneers.

They built these streets with backbone and grit.
I feel the warm breeze sweeping down 7th avenue.
The Cabs carrying fare's to destinations unknown.

Wind blows trash along the pavement. I feel the heartbeat
of NYC under the soles of my feet. This is my church,
and this is my home and forever I'll walk these streets alone.