It’s 7:00pm, You “Feeling” My NY City?

nat-lipstadt Poems

It’s ‪7:00pm‬, You Feeling My NY City? *a nighttime crescendo, daily grows stronger for longer, a major miracle for a city where blasé arrivée so fast in a New York City Minute, uncool, you’re done, see ya, starring in your-pot-banging-solo-reality-show but this loving polyglot *** clanging, more akin to being in...A Chorus Line? no stopping a diurnal ritual, soon to be the longest running musical, a clap & dance prayer ‪@ 7:00PM‬ sharp, a very civilized NY hour, quarantine is French for sleeping-in, we vive les temps viral! ‪this evening service, no choral motet, no anthem rock,‬ nope, just a single note, a cheer, a celebratory count, taking stock, we noise makers beat back death once again, we’re alive, kickin’ up heels to a dance guv-anointed as NY tough that bell ringing noise is us saying, see here, we are all heroes, stir crazy got nothing on us, it’s a bust, no showing rust, aging, in a city that never sleeps, we may have changed but temporarily, an unnatural reflective silence prevailing, still take a moment to say: our city’s style, no way Jose, this noise is a surround sound blessing, it’s a street sign, “stick around,” here is our home, not going down, we are troops, seasoned by history, how to survive, sheltering live, underneath our huge racket, we quiet whisper, raucously shout* staycationing here, my homies May7th 5:35AM