in New York.

the twinkling stars amongst us,
parallel to those hanging by a string in the sky.
with the lights and the sounds
of the day
echoing further into the night.

the busy streets packed even further.
with the stragglers of the day
and the moon bearing down
upon them all.
each with a story to tell.

the late-shift office workers
just getting off from their daily hell;
some rushing home as soon as they can.
some sticking around the enjoy
the beauty of the night.

the eighteenth birthday clubbers
hitting the streets for the first time;
their walk, their talk, their actions
in lieu of the starlets they worship.

the lovers holding hands
to avoid getting lost in the crowd.
and the teenagers refusing
to say goodnight just yet.

the people who never sleep
in the city that's alive all night long.