City Lights

The bright lights of the city flash in a pulsating rhythm that echoes the soft instrumentals drifting out of a tiny jazz club and down the street to a battered yellow deli where a young woman with frizzled green hair is served and egg sandwich that she puts under her arm just before she exits out of a revolving door and steps into the lobby of a fancy hotel with bristly carpets that crunch with each step she takes up the stairs to the 7^th floor to her gloomy closet room with faux green velvet curtains that flutter in the breeze as she opens her window, unwrapping her sandwich as she leans on the sill and drips a steady stream of over-cooked yolk onto the street cats below, already howling to top the notes of a shriveled street performer who raps out a steady beat on her yellow tambourine, patiently trying to earn the quarters that a man in a blue suit and black bowler throws at her feet just before he turns into an alley, entering a small room that blares salsa music behind soundproof walls that support the hook that holds his hat while his long brown waves fall over his shoulders as he gyrates to the music in a heavy crowd of perfume and flashing lights that are cast in beams across the street and into the eyes of a little girl who dreams of vicious rainbows, chasing her across a vast sky of rhythmically pulsating city lights.