NYC Beach

Joy and bliss

Here in this

Loneliness

The cars outside the window,

Are waves sounding in the ocean.

As they pass in their motion,

I hear the sway of the sea tide.

The pigeons and sparrows

Are the flying seagulls.

Their chirping lulls,

The raging stress within.

The concrete sidewalk,

Is covered in grey sand.

Music plays, not sure, some band;

So much variety on their stations.

No time for lonely speech,

When this city beach

Is just in my reach.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker