Ah, the summer wind

To the tune of "Summer Nights" from Grease...

Summer city, days of steam heat

Summer city, the crowds are a treat

See the street packed as can be,

See the curb, a fresh pond of pee

Summer days, blazing away

to ah-oh those summer plights

Tell me more, tell me more

Did your train run today?

Tell me more, tell me more

No, just ask Amtrak or the MTA

Port Authority, on line to pee

Someone barks, it's NYPD

Fists are pounding on the next stall

Yells of Bellevue, the thrill of it all

Summer sun, oh ain't it fun

then ah-oh those summer plights

Tell me more, tell me more

Did your subway derail?

Tell me more, tell me more

No, it just moved like a snail

Took a ferry to take in the view

It missed the dock, I lost a shoe

Tried a bus but the AC just died

Got off later, schvitzing and fried

Summer city can be so pretty

but ah-oh those summer plights

Tell me more, tell me more

Did you make it to work?

Tell me more, tell me more

Yeah, but late my Uber driver's a jerk

Some guy is friendly waving his hand

Starts screaming the world is ending, we're damned

No one notices they're glued to their phones

Penn is closed, everyone groans

Summer city, life  can be gritty

but oh-ah those summer plights

Tell me more, tell me more

is the tunnel backed up?

Tell me more, tell me more

if you ask you're a schmuck

People wonder, when will this end

Cars are crawling from end to end

Then they make a sacred vow

Next year in Florida, if budgets allow

Summer city, love it, ain't it a pity

but oh, those summer plights

everybody hurts

a kinda rainy Sunday...watching One Love Manchester...and I officially have become uncomfortably numb...I am recalling all the benefit music concerts...the early ones...Concert for Bangladesh...Live Aid...Farm Aid...their creation...the need for donations in essence boiled down to monetary inequality...and water...or lack thereof...the music was great...I blindly accepted that if I pledged a few bucks it might feed starving children and help the down and out get on their feet...but then a new century bloomed...and the music benefit concerts...now the songs in the night were under a sky dripping with blood and senseless, incomprehensible death...and I wanted to believe...I wanted to think there is healing in collectively beating back evil...and, today, well I don't want to be a cynic...but as I watch these young singers and hear the haunting in their voices...I wonder if there really is a band aid big enough to cover this wound...the one that starts to heal and bursts open every time news reporters rouse our consciousness with a weary declaration of "breaking news"...we are so tired...we ache to dream...but cannot sleep...and, me....well, I daydream of innocent youth...want to go back...turn off the drum, the song, the cries for love and peace...go back to blissful ignorance so many years ago...ah, no sleep till Brooklyn...