Subways, cabs and mad pedestrians

Subways, cabs and mad pedestrians,
Noisy, rude and crazy fast.
Everyone rushing everywhere
Headlong through today as though
Tomorrow may never come.
And who’s to say? They could be right.
No rhyme, no reason,
Just one big rush of crazed cacophony.
New York assaults my senses from the first moment back.

God I love it.