A grid with a central park
Cris cross that seems to be
some kinda biggest shopping mall
Stories of minds that touched the
skyline of Hudson High
Faces walking fast
Eyes lost in Broadway colors
People on invisible mode
Waiting for the white hand or
the yellow cab with advertisements
of a flash dance
Monsters beneath my foot
Calling uptown and
Racing downtown
Connecting a mall that
is the biggest on my planet
offering everything from
everywhere in planet
A celebrity house of wax
With museums of sorts
A homeless chappie under the
statue of Liberty
Some coffee tables and some neon light
All on the street
or a Stage
Where time never stops
called the Time Square.
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