Sink Manhattan

We drove the car right onto the ferry It was a rusted tangerine orange It seemed a strange color for a boat Everything was strange and new So far far away from home
On the upper deck I leaned over the rail and watched cigarette butts swirl in spirals of yellow foam as we cut through the black water Rotting shards of splintered wood bobbed among the waves Debris from sunken Pirate ships
I parted wind-blown hair from my eyes and there it was Manhattan Looming Mightily in the distance Like a long lost Atlantis The City rose, unflinching Teeth of glass, steel and concrete bit into the sky ate the horizon
I knew It would devour me too
I turned to the voice My Mother--still trying to focus the camera I waited -- not patiently Back over my shoulder Manhattan It would not sink
I was so far from home I'd probably miss it
but not all that much.