New york city

New York city is a busy place,
Everywhere a different face.
A homeless man plays guitar on the street,
Trying to earn him self ends meat.
Bright billboards up so high.
The shrill chattering of people fills the sky.

Screeching cars speed violently around me,
Everyone is packed so very tightly.
This city is not filled with much greenery,
From all the big business machinery.

Leaving the loud city,
Everything around there looks so dingy.
As the sun goes down it gets dangerously dark,
As I make my way to central park.