by DBLevin

If New York would just shut the fuck up
maybe we would be able to hear
the old violin creaking of all the crickets;
too bashful to compare themselves
to the glow of a times square coca-cola sign.

If 9 million people finally went to sleep
maybe there would be room
for the river that used to run down 42nd street.
Is it just beneath the asphalt;
too modest to speak?

I wish I were deaf like Thomas Edison,
who said that, to him, Broadway was a quiet street.
Maybe then I could hear myself yell:
Huge, human body of New York City,
present your beauty to me!