You are a bad influence, thrall - two poems in two days - lol!

This one is for you in Manhattan.....

For our traveler on the other coast

Just a New York minute, she said,
running between the raindrops.
Soaked to the skin.
Streets a sea of people.
And dark clouds overhead.

But she stopped to watch the stars,
high above the marble,
and Grand Central Station -
sighed.