the walk,
the taste, the commotion
of the city.
i need the cold
wind down
my back,
the smell of the city.
the food,
the cars,
the buzz.
i need a hot pastrami
sandwich
from Katz's deli.
I need to go out onto
the Edge
and peer over
the Hudson, the buildings
below.
i need to speed down
Broadway
in a yellow cab,
i need a steak the size
of Idaho.
to walk up Madison Avenue,
down
to Soho, Noho,
to the village and battery
park.
i need chop suey
from Chinatown.
I need to kneel in St. Patrick's.
i need to confess.
i need to pray.
i need just three days
to get
it out of my system again.
let's take the train.
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