DAY 21 - FOR NICK

I think as I visit in my mind -

of Nick on his horse, so proud.

Of the gardens up on the old railway line

Where we can all look down and dream

Of this fine city – of Macy's – and tours

On the Grey Line buses.

Visit the Guggenheim, and ride in a carriage

drawn by proud horses through fine streets.

Of the time when Nick almost lost his life

In a terrible Twin Towers day of sorrow.

Nick, who's been in the odd film or two,

Nick, who's got the finest moustache in town.

Nick, who'd sing in the Carnegie Hall

if we let him – but we won't.

New York City – home of dreams and of Nick.