New York Unreal

A chance to dance on the train with your lover

Without a thought of a pickpocket

Giving blue flowers that sing to her like Elvis

Foolish and lovely

accepting that were subtly fools in love, always hungry

No premeditation. No expectation but our own.

On the street, orchestras jazz on

Vivid Purples and blues shooting out of their saxophones and drums

As loud as elephants and guns

colors embody the sounds and light the night

Neons and velvet textures glowing the walls

Veins of light follow our feet.