NYC Poetry
Big City Blues
Sweet morning fog covers skyscrapers
Clings to them like a gentle lover
Relentless sun unveils the spires
All concrete grey and ice-cold glass
Beauty is seldom talked of in the lanes of that island
Yet it is all I see when I walk up and down its streets
And my heart breaks thinking that I have to leave
Loving it more every time I am a willing visitor
Hoping and wishing one day I might come to stay
Call it my home, breathing its scent forever
Never believing in what others say about this town
That it is loud and dirty and ugly and overcrowded
Because I’m in love with it all, the noises, the debris
To me this city beats with the most beautiful pulse
It is here where the biggest part of my heart remains
Even when the rest of me is far, far away
Sweet morning fog covers skyscrapers
Clings to them like a gentle lover
Relentless sun unveils the spires
All concrete grey and ice-cold glass
Beauty is seldom talked of in the lanes of that island
Yet it is all I see when I walk up and down its streets
And my heart breaks thinking that I have to leave
Loving it more every time I am a willing visitor
Hoping and wishing one day I might come to stay
Call it my home, breathing its scent forever
Never believing in what others say about this town
That it is loud and dirty and ugly and overcrowded
Because I’m in love with it all, the noises, the debris
To me this city beats with the most beautiful pulse
It is here where the biggest part of my heart remains
Even when the rest of me is far, far away