In a Hurry

New York people rarely stroll,
Or saunter, traipse, or amble;
City life sure takes its toll –
To cross the street’s a gamble.

Everyone is in a rush
No matter what the hour;
Bodies bump and cause a crush
The crowd seeks to devour.

Racing for the bus or subway train
Can leave you panting;
Realizing your race has been in vain
Will leave you ranting.

Running for a cab because you’re late
Will get you sweating;
Someone grabs your taxi real estate –
That’s so upsetting!

So you skitter, scamper, swoop and sprint –
You even scurry;
If you’ve New York DNA,
You’re always in a hurry!