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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