a living, breathing giant, a towering giant,
built of dreams and hopes and a handful of stars,
New York has a life of its own.
a pulsing, throbbing soul, a heartbroken soul,
made of alleys and subways and Yellow Cabs,
New York has a rhythm of its own.
a racing, running pace, an unmerciful pace,
made of time clocks and schedules and ticker tape,
New York has a clock of its own.
a hustling, cussing lady, a street-wise lady,
made of brass and class and sophisticated sass,
New York has a style of its own.
you take her on her terms.