first avenue sonnenshine

i love the new york winters, when all of the sugar-plum fairies go into hibernation, and i am left alone on the streets...no more silly french girls, or rich girls from the north american continent...they have gone back to their serious lives and i am left...the lone joker...walking the windswept morning-light-week-a-day-streets...a sly smile formed by chapped lips...downtown still offers great views of the chrysler...second avenue sunrise...where are my kin-folk?...spread across this cold-eyed colony...whether it be no-orleans, winnipeg sun-bake, or salt lake...why are they not within an arm's reach?...a question for the ages...the only question...the only heartache...