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….

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