Yellow submarine taxis growl
Chauffeurs flipping the bird
Traffic jams six miles long
under a melodramatic sky
Hearts flutter and change rattles
Scent of Pizza and hot dogs
fill up the obscure potent air
Surrounding big city talkfest
Delighted with lipstick flirts
Walking by high dollar men
Staring at petty indifferences
Nonchalantly cursing
Engrossed with constant image
Consumed with the red lights
Unable to cherish or embrace
seconds of life on Broadway
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Ahh you built an image in my mind, a feeling in my stomach and a scent in my nose. I picture this being New York, although I’ve never been there. You helped me experience it in my mind with this poem! I liked it!:)
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Thank you Stella! 😉
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Oh this is great. Nice imagery.
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Thank you Tara!
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Everything is clearly shaped and pictured in my mind.😍
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Thank you! 😉
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And now I want a late night pizza! ha
Very vivid!
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Lol thank you – it does sound good
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🙂
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Seems like such a waste. Broadway exudes life, from the sidelines.
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Very perceptive! I agree
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