Give me a tall building on either side of me
A view from below and from a rooftop
That, to me, is home
Even with the smell of piss
And Pizza too
Trains and trucks and horns
It's never dark
The neighbors clomp
Anonymity
I would one of millions be
This I miss
Nearsighted as far as eyes see
across to the next building
We have trees
and other climbing things
Like fences, too
Yet still we're free
And even fresh air
Blowing in
From New Jersey?
Anywhere we want to go
And nowhere a mosquito
Unique in all the world
For this home and more I thirst
Blood and soul
New Yorker first