we can find it together

i go back to new york.

there's something there that

i keep going back for.

something

on the streets, in the pubs,

in the alleys.

there's something

in the air.

the food, the chatter, the roar.

the cold wind,

the ice and snow.

the fire of it all,

the sadness of it all.

the crumbling towers,

the trash,

the poets, the drunks,

the lost

and lonely.

i keep going back to find

what i'm looking for.

come with me.

maybe we can find it

together.