NYC

Rows of headlights
stretch out building grids
usher me in and out
in a few hours made of light

shining doors over the street
artificial God unwelcome over
the bus station

steals my oxygen
corridors of people in
the City breathes for me
in its own heartbeat

disposable cameras
aortas pumping TVs
walls illuminated
passing trains ticket
people by the millions

Bright midnight!
nodding at intersections
blinking lights are its pulse
the beat of pamphlet pages
with schedules
Don’t stop here, buddy
It’s Saturday night

Port Authority sits with me
melancholy unaffected
by a few days’ sleep