Now that the holidays are here and we're getting close to the end of the year, I've been thinking about all the things I am so grateful I experienced in 2010. This year I was fortunate to knock two big U.S. cities off my "must visit" list...only to add both New York and Chicago to my newly created "must visit again" list. Here are a couple rhymes I wrote prior to arrival, with only hearsay and heart desires telling me what I'd find. Needless to say the "Big Apple" and the "Windy City" surpassed any and all expectations.
and hip hop
on the corner of a Queensbridge sidewalk.
I see building tops
climb nonstop
then hit the clouds and make rain drop.
I smell a Chinese wok,
a pizza box,
a deli with fresh shmear and lox.
Though I've just walked
my first day of blocks,
I taste my tongue's new city talk.
was the wind.
But I took my chances
that maybe it would blow
the blues my way.
A gust of BB King
would waft over me,
settling my hair
in that perfect,
unkempt way I like it.
I'd tap my toes
to the soul
that only the soul knows,
and just one lick
would make my hunger grow.
I'd swallow in all the angst
and art and struggle
and love.
And I'd still have room
for the soft city lights
painted on the lake
with a hot dog on the side.
Sense and the City
I hear beatboxand hip hop
on the corner of a Queensbridge sidewalk.
I see building tops
climb nonstop
then hit the clouds and make rain drop.
I smell a Chinese wok,
a pizza box,
a deli with fresh shmear and lox.
Though I've just walked
my first day of blocks,
I taste my tongue's new city talk.
Let the Great World Spin
All I've ever heardwas the wind.
But I took my chances
that maybe it would blow
the blues my way.
A gust of BB King
would waft over me,
settling my hair
in that perfect,
unkempt way I like it.
I'd tap my toes
to the soul
that only the soul knows,
and just one lick
would make my hunger grow.
I'd swallow in all the angst
and art and struggle
and love.
And I'd still have room
for the soft city lights
painted on the lake
with a hot dog on the side.
