New York sense
Truck fumes and noise
Taxi cabs, diesel buses, overhead trains
Hot dog vendors, street festivals, Central Park
Penn Station, Port Authority, handbag hawkers, three card monte
New York working in the streets
Pulling my weight plus the load on the road
My boss is on my back again
Seven days a week
Go twenty blocks
Earn my pay
Day after day
New York rhythm
Seven a week
Get me there now
Beat, beat, walking
Go twenty blocks
Away from here
Day after day
Beat, beat, walking
Left foot right foot
Earning my pay
Day after day
Beat, beat, walking
Born and die in
New York City
Born and die in
New York City
Straight to the park
Riding me there
Not really fair
Beat, beat, walking
Left foot right foot
Nothing to say
Earning my pay
Beat, beat, walking
Go twenty blocks
Day after day
Eating my hay
Beat, beat, walking
Beat, beat, walking
Wayne L. Miller 
I like it. It reads a lot like a song that I’d like to hear one day.
Nice! It really does read like a song. I like the second part about working the streets and earning your pay day by day.
Thank you both for your thoughts! I don’t have any type of a singing voice, but I’m open to a collaboration with someone.