I'm beginning to miss the grime of it all.
The glistening pavements, and excess noise pollution.
The smell of garbage baking in the sweltering heat,
while accordions play in the park.
People rowing,
while others lie passed out on a picnic blanket,
surrounded by shade and empty bottles of wine.
The midnight movie marquee featuring the double feature of John Waters "Female Troubles"
and Tobe Hoopers "Texas Chainsaw Massacre."
The instant need to out dress one another,
and the deafening blow from a department stores top 40 single smothering its shoppers.
A hot, cramped record store,
with crates of vinyl records littered through out.
The over priced plastic cups of red wine at Cabaret
and the over joyed families at Newsies.
These are amongst the finest memories I will keep with me,
but none are as priceless as the memory
of our Golden Girls moment.
Strawberry cheesecake and fireworks on our TV,
after a long afternoon braving the city.
New York, we love you.
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