34th Street
I am flying weightless, born again in this concrete cocoon. The water is all about me, and yet it lets me be, it sets me free I hear Gideon twirl, the guitars whirl to the beating of drums, underneath these streets I can feel the tunnel walls hum For the moment I am alone, I with me, in the company of the thoughts I keep, my own strobe-light symphony while the city sleeps. Beauties, your tales of Spain leave me in stitches. We are amazing, we were years overdue! Happiness, these waking dreams, find my worn out soul, scratch whatever itches. Seven am never felt so alive, the sun gives me a sly look as it opens it’s eyes. 34th street, positively.