Times Square

Down gridlocked blocks of shattered glass and steel
lay pearls of light on strings of city streets.
The concrete bobbins of the Times Square creel
holds threads of light of traffic where it meets
the ruby glow of neon signs. The Square
can never stop it’s dazzling display
where advertisements shine and dare to share
the sights, the scenes, the shows that can’t compare!
“Oh, come and see!” The signboards plea. They
assault your every sense with overloads
of light. The diamonds lose their shine at day,
but still the ticker runs its race. The road
is less for cars, but more to mesmerize
the tourist trail that calls the Square a prize.