New York City Blue

He left New York City Feeling blue All he had left was blue Blue whispers And melodies Blue alleyways Dirty backstreets And too many cabs You can’t catch He remembered The autumn breeze And the sound Of nothing in particular On Sunday morning He took the A train Uptown Harlem blue Blue parade Up Lexington Avenue Breakfast sure smells good Blue marching bands Play blue songs Faces in the crowd Sing along Your blue because You can’t hold on And your blue because You must move along Each moment Serendipitous A blue enigma Chromafused Pictures In his mind There are no head line pictures here These are my first impressions Of a city that has forever been On my mind Meeting its people is meeting the city. These are but a few of the images made over time.