The city alarm is set

By the bus route

And the bakery man

Driving his truck of bread

And the other cars

Their wheels and engines

And occasional radios

And the street light

That never stops

Or maybe it’s the store light

Or traffic light

That always finds a way

Into your apartment

Despite your best efforts

To drape the windows dark

—The light and noise

Even here in San Francisco

Makes you believe what they say

About New York never sleeping