New York City Life Poem by JOE POEWHIT

New York never sleeps.
Crime on every street.
Bowery bums in high brow beat.
City dancers with gold cleats.
Clown on the corner profound.
Limos stop at traffic lights
Gangs on bikes in the park.
Monoxide fumes fill the air.
Bag-ladies without a care.
Rich people with quiet cares.
Birds pick a bone with fears.
Rats in the sewers quiet songs.
Walk the streets all day long.
Drunks all have a song.
Scams on every cops corner.
Yet, it's music to the ears.

9/24/2006 8HOP.com POEWHIT

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