New York Way Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

every day I wake up early
and drive hundreds of miles
to the NY way
the things I do to make my pay
but a working man
does what he has to do
like my daddy always said
now I go in the tunnel
and get to work
my hours are long
when trying to film
the right scene
and sometimes my heart
isn't where it belong
cause my wife and kids
are so far away
and when the sun goes down
and the night come around
I head to the Philly way
I park the car in the driveway
my kids are sleeping
keeping with there dreams
as I quietly kiss them goodnight
than I go to bed feeling all right
when i hold my wife
so gentle but tight
till I wake up again
like I do every day
drive hundreds of
miles to the NY way