Hot chai on one hand
Remote on the other
Money and market doomed
On a cold afternoon
Out through the windowpane
Far, I see tinted haze
Muted edifices reaching for the sky
A blue river and boats glide
Some choppers in the air
Young and gallant on a ride
Someone lone on a private yacht
When for many, life is tending to a naught
I watch….
From the humble shack
West and across the brook
A picturesque view
That’s New York City for you
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your living room does seem to have one helluva view ...
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