Spreading the News

most of America is still asleep

so i strike while the iron is not

from the rest of the world

not a single peep

as out about treading lightly i creep

i flit around our little globe

from the tropics to the poles

from the deserts to the wide open seas

and

back

again

and no one knows a thing

and nary a trace exists in the space

it's just browser history now...

i recant my digital journey and quietly vacate 

and yet i've used over half a day

just dreaming and scheming

it's just gone sixteen thirty in New York

my phone tells me its been a magic day

a cloudless twenty seven degrees

bloody beautiful

i move and so does the clock

it's now a bit past seven pm, 

i see your version of our sun

gently touch the west side of your city

until

the night glides in like a silk sheet 

dimming everything

touching everything

going

where the light cant

.

.

.

dammit New York

i sat here

with you

the whole night

i watched you fall asleep

i watched you rise and yawn

a bit before dawn

nice pajama's toots!

this is just the

impression that i get