I would ride the trains of new york
At night tired,
Walk the grey gloomy neighborhood 
Of Bushwick,
Bright neon light of the deli,
Dance 
A bodega songs in the nighttime
Waiting for the cook to bless
My bacon,
Egg,
And cheese sandwich
To breathe the smell 
Of sizzling bacon, and
Hear ‘suavemente’ playing from the speakers
That is the New York Bodega Experience. 

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