it starts with ice
that could not keep the ale cold
wheels touch asphalt
i silently cheer and clap
it's a hold over from
trips to puerto rico
every soul would rejoice
i carry on tradition
brown lights show the imprint of the city
i love its shapes curves
and areas of darkness
the j hollers
letting me know it's near
hours later it guides me into the heart
the skyline reveals itself
displays a panoramic view before dipping underground
it's magical
the music fades
her voice overpowers the beats
a disregard of the law shadows the night
recovery begins on the slowdown
reflection occurs to the tipping point
i cut the trip short and save the rest for later.
