Subway Pain

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There is too much pain,
Speeding on the rails of this New York train,
I feel the hungry,
I sense the desperate,
And I sit with the near insane,

Uptown,
Downtown,
Brooklyn,
Bronx,
Queens,
All around,

Faces,
From places,
Five boroughs,
Park Avenue,
Across the Hudson,
All leaving traces,

Of what,
But,
How do I,
Know,
Any.
I live in the cut…

Solmaz Hafezi

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It’s a New York City start

Thelonious Sphere Monk

Thelonious Sphere Monk (Photo credit: cliff1066™)

It’s a New York City start,
Warm scent of bagels drifts crosstown,
The hustle is alive,
The bustle has no jive,
Sardine people cram the red line,
A horn player on the station playing fine,
We are all apart,
Just getting down,
Billy she let her voice rip,
Miles and Thelonious each had their sip,
When alcohol was hidden – but not too far,
Music was alive in Harlem if you caught the uptown car,
But today heads are tilted,
Spirit are wilted,
We have become slaves to the machine in our hand,
But in my mind the past is alive,
The music is still on my side…

Solmaz Hafezi

New York City

New York City

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New York City,
Not every moment is so pretty,
We came here upon a hope of golden sled,
But you my love have found someone else’s bed,
All I am left with is New York City tears to shed,
These words fall from grace with my bloody ink,
Watch my heart, my soul and thought of you just sink…

Solmaz Hafezi
 

I have the hundred and twenty fifth street blues,

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I have the hundred and twenty fifth street blues,
I miss the sound feet tapping from East to West,
Langston Hughes telling you like it is in his fine suit and vest,
Hat stores, dress stores and stores with shoes,
On a hundred and twenty fifth,

I miss dancing in the crowd,
Late night dinners and early sunrise,
Still my ears can hear the music loud,
All the finely dressed men and their cavalier lies,
On a hundred and twenty fifth,

From downtown I can go up the one,
If I choose I can make it the four,
Either way both lead to the fun,
Each top at Harlem’s door,
On a hundred and twenty fifth…

Solmaz Hafezi

Stream floating, the water cracking like thunderbolts,

New York City in Winter (NASA, International S...

New York City in Winter (NASA, International Space Station, 01/09/11) (Photo credit: NASA's Marshall Space Flight Center)

Stream floating, the water cracking like thunderbolts,
Red gold leaves fall and I know it’s just death,
Will the angst of a winter season rape my soul,
Shall I end it all like this poem…

New York City fall 2011 – Solmaz Hafezi