Written after October 2008 but before 2013. I remember feeling nostalgic for home so bad I had to describe what I missed.
The bright lights and starless skys
The constant thunder of movement
The park bums and subway crackheads
Even the subway panhandler guy.
I miss my city; I miss my home.
Hot summer nights in parks
Smoke up your best friend's room
Loud noises from underground
Midnight bus rides with no one around
4AM bodega munchies
Running over bridges from one borough to the next
I miss New York City, I miss home.
Dog runs for lunch
Greys Papayas the best hotdog spot in the world
Yankee stadium...is newer
The projects, the high rise, the brownstones, and lofts
I miss the way I never get lost.
Central Park, Washington Square, 43rd street, San Degenaro fair.
Penn station, and grand central terminal.
I miss my home in New York City.
The sweaty garbage bags, the busy recycle collectors.
Street cleaning rules seem to be in effect every day.
Porto Rico imports...dam!
Saint marks place, the sister spot to Union Square.
Upper West to Lower East Side
Greenwich Village to Harlem.
I miss New York, I want to go home.
© 2022 Francesca Caterisano