Goodnight
To your loud, filthy subways
And the art and musicians that call them home
Goodnight to the kid in the crop top, two-tone afro
Who wants to be the greatest
And makes sure you know it
With the stickers of himself he plasters on the walls
Goodnight to the wildlife
The too-friendly squirrels and rats
And birds hovering near my plate
Goodnight to the museums
Where inspiration is guaranteed
And the pizza, and the hot dogs
And the coffee
Goodnight to your warm breezes
And safe streets
Where cops politely tell panhandlers to move on
And ask if you need a map
Goodnight to the shopkeepers and their curtesy
Everyone trying to keep up with the rents
Goodnight to lady liberty and all you stand for
My love of country is now more complete