I AM (CENTER)...  energy darts like

And maneuvers like free flames

a language of it's own

with Cell Phones

Microphones

Saxophones

I am a pulse 20 beats per second

65 seconds per minute

I am time redefined

I am the metaphor for

Passion trapped in action

quick deliveries

small contributions

The dreamers still rest here

fascinated with my smoke

light

desire

books

looks

My triumphant Acts of Anything?!

I am not a saint

What lies beneath my concrete streets?

Wells of ambition and failure

Battlegrounds for experience

Terror domes

Theatres

Tell Tale Hearts Beat viciously in my Bohemian Village

speeding fire balls

of conscious city ways

I deliver your fairy tales

disguised as the blues

In my fingers- Highways

West Side, East

Claoked in BasketBall Courts, Fish Markets

Warehouses blurt  "I want My MTV” 

Palms Offer you brazilian palm wine, hot dogs and french fries..

or food for thought.

Empty out your pockets.

Take a Stab in the Dark..

You can thrive in New York...

Arms bear babies

born some with silver spoons

some with lips to spit rhythmic lyrics over Hip Hop Tunes

I am Hip Hop infused in Rock, covered in warm jazz, classically trained

In blue notes.

Legs Carry you from 125 to The Upper West Side..

Showtime at the Apollo

Juke Joints

Politics by garbage can firesides...

To Lands of Rich

Lincoln Buick Town Cars

Old Money, smoking thick Cuban Cigars

Designer Sandwiches

$1,000 Dishes.

They take you to Broadway, 42nd and 7th

Heaven in Big Things

10,000 computers.

One million commuters

I am Pulse..

Ha!

Kids do Hand Stands and Back flips in my Court Yards

Shout to the Audience " Baby Ain't Nothing Hard"

They Break Dance, Beat Tradition on Paint Cans

Big Thinkers with your stories open up their minds to you

Beauties make Believe

in the belly of the Beast.

You Fall in Love, LIVE!

In New York

My Veins have Fire Eaters

Fashion Shows

Circus Lights

and Dominoes..

Homeless Rain men playing Chess...

Yes.. I am Home and Away all at the same time

Stilettoed Chic. and paper bag Ladies

originate in my systems

Banjoes played on knees

Money Grows on trees

or so it seems

A sight to see,

Once In a lifetime

That is Me

A fantastic Body

of Vast illusions

Stock sold and Bought

When I Blink...

I move Constantly Break and Heal

Inspire you to feel.

Tattoed on my forearms are names

of fine artists

never to be seen

they work in the dark...

Blood moves to the rhythm of conga and country

Acid Jazz and Soca..

Drum Bass and Polka all at one time

I am a divine place to be

The Everything and Nothing of the East

-- My ways are unknown

I am sometime Sax 5th avenued

fine, hand made and sleek

sometime drag queen with lips that match toe nails and eyelids

My doorway is flooded with dreamers

kindred spirits

believers

Looking to make a world fashioned in their image

Pearls meet Chains

Italian Opera meets 5 dollar Bootleg CD's

I breathe.. Cappacino and steam

spanish rice, fried banana and beans

African oils and Working mens toils

Au de Tiollette and Holy Water

I am your whirling dirvishes

you Japanese Karoake Bars

Digital Planet

I am it

Extroverted...

If sound has not made a pit stop here

you probably haven't heard it.

I am war and peace

sushi and chicken grease.

A Never ending Story of Glory and Despair

Elegant Fanfare.

You've only got to be Here

to know...

Once in a Lifetime

I am the Place to Go.

Will Leave your toes tingling

your heart stinging

you mouth quietly singing

" I Want to be a Part of It"

New Yorican Cafe Poets

 Philosophers with catchy prose

expose the secrets of the universe.. who cares if they know

they show up with holes in their knees

to be a part of me...

 in the quiet parts

 I am Tai Chi

Ohm Energy

Halls of fiction and truth

Intense study of promising youth.

I can be whatever you wish me to be..

I can be you