They told me stories about NYC.
That’s where you’ll make it.
Can’t do much without NYC, they say.
You gotta see it.
My first time in, back before the GPS and cell phone
I find my way with a paper map, pay phones.
Everyone is mad. Everyone wishes they weren’t here.
I can admit this simple fact, they cannot.
Trucks slow them down. They want us gone.
They only want the goods without the trouble.
Telling us how to live they…