The bus is flowing along the river
Called Avenue of Americas.
It's hot in the streets (almost 90 degrees)
The City is sweating.
Through the wide clean window she looks
At the dirty Midtown
And then at the gray rocks of the Rockefeller Center
And then at the Central Park.
She thinks of the unforgettable summer
She spent with her only friend
She knows they both had tasted the dream seemed so sweet
But the dream appeared so bitter.
And as compensation they'd received The Big Apple
With its night-time Broadway
And its China-town that smells like a dead fish
And its air full of
their unfulfilled dreams
their desperate loves
their falling apart with each other...
1998
New York summer
© Copyright: Таня Канарейкина, 2008
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