madison avenue.

midtown at midnight -
a magical place,
the hustle has slowed
to a comatose pace.

the corporate lemmings
have all caught their trains
to exotic suburbs like
greenwich, white plains

the salad bars slumber
the starbuckses dream
off duty cabs glide 'neath
the empire state's gleam

the cubes are all empty,
and so is this .doc
it's just me, the cleaners,
and old writer's block.