click, click, click

the aesthetic snob
inside of me
was kvetching today
at our shooting location
for the feature film i'm a part of

i'm sure that there are a million undiscovered treasures
i'm postitive that the people are some of the world's best
but queens, new york
could not be any uglier

driving down the litter strewn roads
en route to set
my eyes were bombarded with
run down row house after run down row house
an endless path of soulless highway
dirt, grime, cold, grey
and everything built of either concrete, rust or plastic molding
just nothing short of a visual nightmare

it got me to thinking that
big city dwelling is no life past a certain point
once you've reached a nondescript maturity level
you just understand that we aren't meant to live
one on top of the other
and with each filled dumpster that we passed
small town life began to look more and more appealing

yeah
i thought to myself
it'll be time to move on
before long
manhattan isn't so different from this place
just as cramped
just as cold

and then we crossed over the williamsburg bridge
and the city i love twinkled its billion dollar smile
at our carload of exhausted filmmakers

nothing like it in the world
no comparison
imaginable
new york, new york
there's no place like home