The tans and browns of the cold steel bridge,
Somebody shut the damn fridge!
Ordinary tan and Queensboro Brown,
Is it this cold downtown?
Blue Q101 bus, please don't make a fuss, be kind to us.
The empty bus is mine, it's nice to get a seat,
My dogs are really barking, said a tired doorman's feet.
Looking down at the cold green-blue river,
Dear Bridge, to my Queens Borough please deliver.
The orange morning sun bounces off of glass buildings,
Reflecting its light and its warmth, God willing.
City smokestacks belch their colorless winter steam,
Hot sunny days and bikini-clad babes are just a dream.
RM, 1-18-2023.
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