I Cherish the Sounds of New York City

It's all trucks and gates.
hand shakes amid gruff lips. 
Burnt on coffee and life. 

I write for the regret.
in their eyes.
and mine.

last night's vomit. 
is being washed.
from sidewalks.

I think that you and I.
should go to sleep.
together.

people better than me.  
are jogging around Central Park.
with their dogs or spouses or both.