Together there we drove,

The car as warm as a stove,

Around we did rove,

Ended up in a great place, a regular treasure trove…

Skyscrapers with observations decks,

Such a beautiful city, we constantly had to strain our necks,

Friendly people this city did have too,

Never during our stay did we feel blue…

Though the wind was horrendous,

Cut through our warmest clothes,

Personally I found the city to be quite tremendous,

Later I came to find out its where Ed Kostro does write his prose,

Though to let that ruin its beauty would be wrong I suppose…J

© ed ~ 4/16/06