Something about eating a bagel
toasted with butter
With Blue Eye's, "World on a String,"
playing in the Manhattan morning keeps me alive.

I know if I can make it here
I can make it anywhere
But why?

What about these stone cold sidewalks
or disgruntled cab drivers
or sewer rats of colossal size
intrigues me?

Is it odd that 8 million people on 1 island
seems serene to me?

My thoughts more room to fly
My ideas more people to share with

One more bite
Before the Final Curtain