On the train last night
An evening in the light
Penn Station I was bound
Indian native sounds.
The band was in full swing
Organized trampling Penn
Instruments of wind
Lore from ancient things.
I rose to meet the street
Bitter cold, moving to the beat
Taxi's flying around
Pregnant purpose reads the sounds.
I caught her vacant stare
Homeless in despair
Freezing in the night
A lonely troubled sight.
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|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
Outstanding depicting... In the capital of the illusionary richness all under hypnotic trance mingles to give reason to slave living.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|NYC is jammed packed with people living their lives. It is amazing what you can "see" just being there.
Very good poem, makes one really think.
Peace, love, and Light,
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|Pregnant purpose reads the sounds. loved this line-an interesting and stirring write-
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Very descriptive! Yes, I have been there many, many times and do remember it all well. Very vivid piece....