Fireflies and thunderstorms
The damp hot air like a caress
Thick and soft, smelling of salt
It makes my hair curly, makes me crazy
I can imagine I'm in another country
Don't know anyone here
and frankly don't care
Kids play in the park
A symphony of languages
tangling their tongues
The heat presses down
Ice cream trucks and filthy streets
Midsummer rain doesn't even bother me
No one ever shuts up
and the city doesn't sleep
Stoned in the subway at Times Square
Someone plays the keyboard
And everyone is swaying, wanting to dance
An unexpected magic moment
I'm smiling at my reflection in the train window
Lost as all hell
And lonely as fuck
Still, somehow managing to have a good time
Once in a while
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