The big apple has a few bruises, but bruises heal.
City sounds abound – car horns honking, engines roaring, traffic lights blinking.
Merriment in the bus lane. Martini and wine glasses clinking.
Masks hide smiles but the energy is real.
The night is far from over as we soak in the city’s zeal.
American Trash where we find nothing but treasure.
Cocktails in plastic – oh how fantastic! No clowning in this town.
It is the OG dive bar where we really let our hair down.
A New York not soon to be forgotten – we the people keep the big apple from going rotten.