Tuesday, July 15, 2008

sing.

New York is a city where I can’t sing out loud.
Crazy People can. And do.
Street Performers can. And do.
Broadway Actors can. And do.

But I have four roommates and no car.

Singing aloud between home and work only gets me glares on the subway
with Crazy People
and Street Performers
and Broadway Actors
and others who can. And do.

New York is a city where I can’t sing out loud.
But my voice will be heard, even in this city of sound.

6 comments:

Nancy Hamilton said...

So, when did you make it there? Im sorry to not have kept up with your journey. One of my family members just moved there to teach in the Bronx- she's 23 and great! Check out her blog @ www.inspiREDnyc.blogspot.com
Love you!

Silas said...

Is this a song?

Sometimes Roads Diverge said...

A song? No. Just some thoughts about how I miss being able to roll the windows down and sing with Patty . . .

Anonymous said...

Sometimes you just have to sing. Who cares what people think.

Casey. said...

We all still sing. You just have to learn to do it quietly...or loudly when the trains roll by.

Silas said...

Wait...Patty's NOT in NYC?!?!? I don't know if I like your new home. I'm undecided (which was also my major all through college).