Hustle and bustle of work,day and life
steaming Starbucks and choppy high heels
bumping into other's shoulders
oblivious to the almost's from taxi drivers to schooling kids

But when the
sun descends to make room for the moon
the city's potholes
treasure every drop
of a drunk stupor
savoring burning tires of zooming cars
passers-by basking in the midnight lights

That's New York City
It never sleeps.

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