I love my home.
The center of the world(NYC).
Get anywhere in the tri-state in about 15 minutes.
At the corner of 34th Av and 113th St.
The Louis Armstrong School.
I open my window to receive
the orgy of noise that is the summer.
Empty playgound echoes the sound
of pennies tossed from a tenth floor terrace.
Endless drone of piston provoked rubber rings
as Z28’s and 240 SX’s float upon the Grand Central.
Shrieking, creaking, groaning, moaning on elderly rails
the elevated flails for Times Square.
Thunder screams from a DC-37
polished aluminum bird leaves LaG.
And with all of this going on
still the sweetest song.
36,749 strong
When #18 takes a leather wrapped ball of string
and places it in the rightfield parking lot.
