There is no hour, as day takes night with a hard hand twisting like pipe cleaners in blue on red as the shops stay open intentionally Old Navy insists they make it fun again and even a Kmart diagonally from R.H. Macy’s which thankfully is closed and kept the copper, and only movies make kisses atop The Empire State sweet because they almost didn’t happen, tonight it’s just a green cap with the waft of tourists carrying plastic sacks of chain pizza that is not Ray’s nor Any way original as Starbucks pushes too many corners, so Dunkin’ Donuts has to join a whole bunch of others to form one large place where only the lost go late at night… As luggage wheels in and out and eyes look up and whisper in other languages and the gifts glitter with someplace that, this is, sorta Supposed to be, and the officers keep us all in mind and even the cabbies have gone extra polite but do not break the paced din of the Diner guests as we all keep delving our bent forks into this place with sparkles on the street that is more stained with gum and the news wire pulls Itself past my eyes in a gallop with more and more to say, and which end of the street do they drop the ball from anyway? but please can’t those awful Pink party bikes go away and there are little drawn cabs with faded silk flowers and the trains, hear them rumble as their black soot humid smell jumps in beside The burned chestnuts and old pretzels and where is the good hot dog guy, let’s go get real knishes down by Cooper, since they know what to do and never updated to this Time that ticks into television bytes aching your head more than the fourth day of the sixth cup of coffee Enough. I shall take you somewhere else- It’s not a quiet little cafe on a side street since we agree the Avenues are too grand, nor a perfect little pub with dark walnut walls and decent bottled ales, it’s another Place across the water, where we can watch the lights first and then sit till we are tired after, we can even smell the sea and there is wine and some old songs with no dust And it only can be found, in a certain now and again, like rainbows in the Falls, always flickering between mist and wind, holding us in a little great love