High Line Park

won't you take a trip to the high line park with me
browse the skyline from the west side of town 
a famed story, restored glory
tracks of freight trains circa 1930 feet above ground
touch the dirty fingerprints of the gods 
faint frames on the fray of lost
rejuvenated souvenirs 
I cross the flyover above 10th ave, a magic carpet
the queue to the loo at the Chelsea market
I mean the bathroom line too long like fair rides so I start this
trek up the stairs to heaven, and I'm walking on cloud wow two plus seven
on the trail and already loving it 
I see afternoon couples in bubbles whispering sweet nothingness
I spot a girl on her cell looking troubled so I wink and she shows a glimpse
of fondness, soft flavor is filling the atmos
feelin' like a new york giant on top of a mini atlas
from the meadow to grass lands, in fact it's
glass and wood to metal and concrete
evolution of the city would never be complete
without the stamp of the locals
approved and sealed, like photo and vocal booths
to spiel the best of yesteryears from the archives
walk down soon to be memory lane of our lives

fantastic, voyage it's a bit voyeuristic,
share a touristic
cruise down the high line park with me
graze the hudson river east side bank, the territory
an allegory of roots spreading like a lotus
single lens re-flex with auto focus
max the color palette, mix is cinematic
olive to camo jacket, match the wild thicket
while I stroll planks and watch the plants grow
you can catch me on display from the gallery row
folks of all salaries or lack thereof
join the cast of a passage
packed drama in a baggage
diorama with foliage, a scenic exhibit
a tidbit so vivid will solicit a visit
as we approach the tail of a track
like a stylus in a groove,
the rail yards prove to be the next chapter
another vision to be captured
laughter to follow ever after
so onto 30th street, I descend
the end of an escapade and the opposite of escalate
a tight spiral, a touchdown oh what a flight
people drinking brew on a Wednesday night
by this time I regret bypassing the stalls
plus I'm starting to starve and I must make the call
a million choices so what would you do?
take a cab midtown to get me some mee noodles, ooh