Spectrum

Swiftly moving

In this underground galaxy

Beneath rivers of imports

And solid granite rock

In long metal cans

Conditioned with cold air

Stuffy urine sweat

Or wet dogs of August heat

I travel to and from

Among every color and background

With Puerto Ricans, Koreans and Indians

With Germans, Greeks, and Chinese

With Christians, Muslims and Jews

With punks, preps and beauty queens

Each shade of a person

Next to me

I’m the minority

On these orange seats of paradise

We are all in transit

Dressed in black

Or the monk’s cloth

Short skirts and platforms

Or jeans below the knees

In our suits and ties

And grandmother mothballs

In our Yankee caps

And Cole, Karan and Klein

Reading, jiving and gazing

Writing, listening, and sleeping

We ride at night

And sunrise must

We travel for dollars

Five borough hollers

This is my New York City

My journey, my home

© 2009 David Greg Harth

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