'Time Square Pulse'

'Time Square Pulse', read with a rap style beat in mind
‘Times Square Pulse’

Orchestra of sound
Muffled masses set the beat
Horns and sirens in the street
Flowing from 7th toward One Times Square
A moment in the life for a downtown fare.

Canyon’s of glass and steel
Asphalt of life that seems surreal
Arteries pumping, steadily thumping
Rhythmically jumping from dawn well into night
Above and below these midtown Manhattan sites.

Walking amongst the throngs
One feels alive, electric, almost high
Apprehensively cautious focus directed
Whirling emotions hit you like a potion
Visual senses and smells upon your upper lip.

Knock you out like an IV drip
Business suits, homemade flutes
Homeless unseen, until the night time scene
Garbage can bands, break dancing jams
Sidewalk artist, for a dollar if you please.

Longitude: 73.986333, Latitude: 40.755702
Grounded array of cosmic neon
Ceaselessly calling outwardly/inwardly
Lighthouse to the masses, beacon of location
Forever calling



Come to me
Come to me
I am the center of all things possible
Modern Mecca for humanity
“Crossroads to the World”

Melting pot for generations
Blending music with cheap libations
Molding lives with art and sex
Cheap street hustlers with commercial sense
Concrete cowboys and New York’s finest.

No city in the world
Can show more kindness
Uptown, downtown, east and west
Diamond district, newsstand vendor
Hot dog please , for American tender

New Years eve, victories screams
All hail the conquering hero
Salutations abound, parade drums pound
way nights.

Architectural sites, society flights
For Poetry reads and Broadway Nights.


RK McLean ‘09