Sunday, July 01, 2012

I Feel You, Sesame Street

Recently, this song has been running through my mind every time I step out my front door.

"Who are the people in your neighborhood? In your neighborhood? In your neigh-bor-hood, say, who are the people in your neighborhood? The people that you meet each day!"

Here are the verses for my little block of NYC:

"First let's go and meet Maksut.
He's the person who sells us our fruit.
He smiles at me and lets the jokes fly
He's the friendly, kindly fruit cart guy."

"The dry cleaners is one block away,
I don't know the lady's name, I'm sad to say.
But she's lovely and is nicely dressed
And her classical music is the best."

"711 is just under us,
I can buy my milk without a fuss.
Slurpees also use up all my money
And the cashier always calls me honey."

"In my lobby you'll find Fernando
He's my part-time doorman, don't you know?
We talk about the weather a lot
And also he thinks my mom is hot."

I kind of love my neighborhood and the colorful characters who live in it. Maybe next time, I will add some verses about the crazy-eyed homeless man and the large, intimidating crossing guard lady who yells, "You don't have the light!" at you if you cross early. Ah, New York...


~j. said...

I can't wait to hear you sing this to me.

Mom n Pop Wilson said...

I love your neighborhood (at least to visit)! :)

Heidi said...

I LOVE it! What a great hit song you've written with your home spot, I also appreciate your great neighborhood. Must visit and stop at 711 more often! :) Thanks again for the great lesson on Creativity yesterday. I keep thinking about it!!!