Driving in on I-278

The world is in a hurry

When the skyline appears

The top of the Chrysler; The Empire State

A sea of mirrored glass and steel

Windows on the world

On the FDR

The East River by my side

Burnt out buildings stand hollow and haunted

And my mind is on you

Racing towards you through the gridlocked kaleidoscope

Five bridges surround me

Only one leads me to you

Wait for me… I am almost there