Manhattan may happen

Manhattan may happen 

to be a playground, or at least

that's what I see.

Latin madams tapping passionate Inwood rhythms 

with dancing feet,

fashion captains wrapping satin

and sumptuous Chelsea sheets.

Capital snapping croupiers at large along
Wall-street, meet - while

vintaged hipsters wax round

Lower East Side eats.

Touring travellers, 'n' bargain grapplers

haggle for Fifth Ave treats, as

Harlem heavyweights spit heavenly hymns and
 hip, hop, beats

Broadway bards belt ballads
at west-end seats

Meat-packing clubbers, pub-ers

drink IPAs: rinsing and repeat.

while I saunter slowly,

a legal alien on these streets.

Manhattan may-happen

to have
what I need.