2 A mooch down the Boulivard in New York

RPM CHALLENGE 2024

A MOOCH DOWN THE BOULIVARD IN NEW YORK

I walk these city streets alone
footsteps from behind dance out the time
Murmmers of truth hang in the air
As I roam down the Boulivard
Lost within the beat, echoing from the feet of a thousand passers by
I have nothing to loose but time

I walk with a crooked smile
Alone with the noise of this beautiful city

walk, don’t walk, walk

I hear the whispers of a thousand nationalities tracing back through time
Etched into these concrete streets
whispered dreams trapped in stone

Hollow thoughts and screams

faces with no dreams
Eyes dead facing forward
The race of the unseen

Windows everywhere
A feeling of being watched, surveyed
Privacy vanquished to mortal man

I march forward
Forward to the invisible line
Of rich and poor
Drawn by past histories
Rusting fire escapes adorned with Graffiti
Detritus blows about the street
Violence hangs in the air
Like a murderous thought

The subway booms above my head
Like the roadway to hell

I walk on through the city
I am an alien in this different land
So alike but unknown
This culture is not my own
Each on guard from that unknown threat
Each with their own fear of this city
Each in fear of themself’s

I walk these city streets alone
Looking for that dream
of New York