I love meeting New Yorkers outside the City

We can reflect on our missed nightmares:

The push me, pull you

Attitudes of how we treat each other

The ability to get away with murder…

But not a parking ticket

To hear screams and ignore it

Even if it is our own
When I meet New Yorkers outside the City

We can laugh about who we are

But if we meet again in town

It’s hard to say if we will acknowledge each other

We cherish our privacy that much

And now we know each other’s number


 

 

 

 

We can share

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