New York City: The Sleepless Neon (a Travel Poem with notes)

New York City: The Sleepless Neon

The bulky skyline danced around me
The first time I drove through its winding maze—.
Flimsy I felt in this Roman candle like city,
With grand towers, and bridges, uncountable
Side streets—cars hissing!
It is one big sleepless neon city—;
What a rush, it gives.
Here you don’t run out of people
You just run yourself down
Trying to keep in step
With the curious!...


Note: Long over due is this poem on New York City—for I’ve been there four times, equal to Paris, and I’ve never been to any city four times other than these, and I’ve been to almost every big city in the world, so, yes, New York City is special. To be frank, and honest, I feel much safer in New York City than such cities as Buenos Aires, or Santiago, Chile, Lisbon, or Madrid, or for that matter, Chicago, or Minneapolis, Minnesota, and I live in Lima, and St. Paul, Minnesota, and I feel saver still in New York City. Anyhow, as I was saying, the poem is over due. It was written while in traveling in Cajamarca, Peru, a beautiful city of 165,000-folks, in a very green valley (9:01 PM, 5-06-2007). #1808

The number one thing I love in the city is always seeing the Empire State Building, the most impressive building in the world. And I like Central Park, and the big museum next door. I like getting pizza or a sand wish brought up to my hotel room, and watching CNN at night. And I like walking down along the banks, and seeing the Statue of Liberty, actually my wife who has been around the world with me, feels that is the most precious landmark in the world, her being a Peruvian.