Daybreak in Manhattan

At daybreak,
Cool and misty even in Manhattan,
Garage doors open
And the horns fill the air
On 5th Avenue.

More dense than bees on honey combs,
Taxis say their morning hellos,
Dents shake hands with squeaks,
Breaks smell like steam
And the traffic is cursed
With words learned during the night.

By the gleaming hair of the rising sun
The river flows
In multicolor waves minding the
Lights, minding their own destiny,
Off the umbilical cord,
For an other day.