What is it about night in the city
That seems so transforming
The lights
The bustle
Will its lure transplant your meager dreams
So much empty importance conveyed by LCD screens
Concrete constructs with their paint pealing
Starbright signs casting their master’s message
Automobiles as automatic as their aviators
Sickly sweet swirls of newness and decay
But yet it still makes you feel
As if it could make things more real
Like the last realization as the old falls to the new
Remade like a movie you could be too