Hey la my boyfriend’s back in town
With a glint in his eye and a bounce in his step that
Jolts that hat off his head like a breeze through the subway.
Moving, making, jamming to the beats of streets lined with
Metal doorways aligned with the earth covered in concrete.
Every person has their day
And every day finds its way through back alleys and bright, dirty pizza kitchens.
I walk these streets, hair blowing the wrong direction,
I can see the Hudson river running under the bows of the ferries
And smell the financial district’s infamy
And perhaps in spite and perhaps because of it all
New York feels good just before summer.