Manhattan, New York

Three hours with NYC taxi driver. He’s from Senegal,
I’m from Poland, but now that’s not important.
You should be there, be punched by those lights,
smells and sounds. A melting pot, a whirlpool.
Perfumes and cigarettes. Heights and dirt.
Halal Guys on the streets. Cinemas open by night.
Restaurants. Museums. Coffeehouses. Boutiques.
Traffic, fire brigades, models and slobs.
My mind is blowing. I’m a chameleon,
and I’m adopting. Times Square full of
nothing special. 5th Avenue trying to fill the void.
Empire State of missing you.