Ode to the City, written by Courtney Olmstead
The city possesses the eyes of an eagle
For the city is always awake,
Nurturing the busy traffic and the busy people
I love the distorted cracks in the pavement, a characteristic that never flakes
And how the lights continue their lit, even when the people stir
The faint smell of gasoline on a cool, wet, mystical evening
The romantic roar of trucks, and car doors slamming of which I am lured
To peek out the window, with the sky above like a blanket for the city's stars to burn
I crave to visualize the sounds that are endlessly teasing
And I crave a midnight stroll through the city, my old friend, let my spirit again be cured
The city possesses the eyes of an eagle
For the city is always awake,
Nurturing the busy traffic and the busy people
I love the distorted cracks in the pavement, a characteristic that never flakes
And how the lights continue their lit, even when the people stir
The faint smell of gasoline on a cool, wet, mystical evening
The romantic roar of trucks, and car doors slamming of which I am lured
To peek out the window, with the sky above like a blanket for the city's stars to burn
I crave to visualize the sounds that are endlessly teasing
And I crave a midnight stroll through the city, my old friend, let my spirit again be cured
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