(A short poem written by: Amanda Smith)
West 106th to the 23rd
let’s take a train, haven’t you heard
the absurd need to get out and about?
To live life without a doubt,
because this is the city and this is your time
downtown to uptown you can hear the chime-ing
of the music underground
leave your mark without a sound.
But down on the Hudson River, I quiver seeing people kill their livers
just to affirm the emptiness in their souls as they live in the holes
that they’ve created…
Well aware of the fact they’re in the city that never sleeps
yet pills, needles, booze and bodies are all that creeps
within their mind that was once full of dreams
now is just full of
that they aren’t really millionaires, happy or successful.
Takes out another loan, Uber-ing back home, this is stressful.
But I’m just a visitor, what do I know.
Walking these streets this late, I should probably go.
I know the morning will bring a new passion
I’ll be heading to chelsea for a week full of fashion
where people are drinking their markets finest coffee
outfit shots, Ig posts, and well you guess it, another coffee.
But I couldn’t help but take a second to tell you how I really feel
anyway, here I brought you a hot meal.
It’s still winter here and you’re the only one who will listen
I hope on this corner, you still feel how I glisten.
I know this cardboard box says you’re blind, but I know you see how my mind has grown
in just a matter of time.
I know here under this deli light you’re not planning to stay.
But you’re an excellent listener, even if it’s just for today.