CHEESECAKE IN NEW YORK

Rain fell down
      In between the cracks
Almost silencing the sounds
      Of the crowded streets
The buildings high
      Dwarfed the pastry shop
My wet, cold body
      Felt the warmth
Of the ovens burning hot
      The smell of the breads
Bagels and baguettes
      Put such a smile
On my face
      I could not remember
The mass confusion
      Of the city
As I sat on the stool
      At the window
Eating my cheesecake
      Of New York
Watching colors of yellow
      Rushing by

- Peter Gray