New York City

I want to see New York again

Its dark streets and even darker alleys

Where the sleet bites my windshield as I drive along FDR

Where the gray sky, the black and white and gray sky

Assaults the winter world

And threatens never to leave

I have no need of New York with a false and warm face

This place where buildings easily blot out all the yellow light

And blind winds tear at me east and west

Where everyone walks faster, thinks sharper, lives quicker.