a time, maybe it's a myth,
a movie
created
version of what the city once
was.
the glamour of it all.
the tall
buildings,
the jazz, the art, theaters,
the music
of traffic and throngs
of ambitious
men and women,
come to make their stand.
the romance
of central park.
the carriages,
the bridges linking the island
to the rest of the
mundane world.
impossibly busy and hard.
writers,
actors, singers
come to make their mark.
this was it.
the place you had to be.
the jewel
of capitalism, home of
the brave,
home of the free.
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