Some folks like to get away, I half-sing, half-mutter as I walk home from campus.
Take a holiday from the neighbourhood. A car zooms through an intersection, narrowly missing a pedestrian.
I trip over a loose paving stone. Hop a flight to Miami Beach, or to Hollywood.
But I’m takin’ a Greyhound on the Hudson River line. A rat dashes across my path and I shriek.
(I wonder if Billy Joel truly visited New York City, or merely read about it.) I’m in a New York state of mind…