Hum of life...

this city hasn't heard silence
since bohemians found the beat
industrial exhaust and bent-railed screech
cling to the night air
hide in your ears

subway stations filled with voices
of prophets and lovers
the rattle of change in paper cups
the unrealized dreams of street musicians
lingering like the condensation of hand prints on windows

but there is something soothing
in the chaos outside these walls
distant sirens, trains discord
bodega shelves being stocked
club goers returning home

the thrilling hum of life.