New York, New York

Here's a little ditty I wrote this morning:

Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York
These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
And make a brand new start of it
New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps
To find I'm king of hill, top of the heap
These little town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York!

Okay, so I get an "E" for originality but that song really sums up what I'm feeling.

When I was about 5, my parents boarded horses at a stable just outside of Pittsburgh where we'd go trail riding on weekends. I remember the jukebox in the small lounge overlooking the riding ring. Whenever we'd get to the stable, one of my favorite things to do was bum a quarter from my mother or father and run to that jukebox. Everyone in the stable knew it was me when they heard Sinatra singing "New York, New York". They thought it was so cute that this little boy liked Sinatra. I truthfully have no idea what it was about that song that I liked so much at the time, but it was one of my childhood favorites.