Its cold, in the morning, amidst the concrete and glass
Its cold, in the morning and here I am, sitting on my ass,
Coffee and a cigarette fill up my mind.
The City wakes up at a very early hour
comes alive quickly slowly
in a rush of light and sound and smell and power
I wander amidst tall towers and flashing lights
I smell the smells and see the sights
of my city coming back to life.
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