The King of New York

Raindrops bombing down on the tin roof    
My shelter, alone, drowns in forest sea    
And, no. No one would hear me if I fell    
Or fired my gun, just for a quick exit    
But, the show must go on though these    
Legs urge to rust and decay in hunger    
Stop! This! Spiraling! Deep breaths out    
I proceed dialing in a stifling trance    
That I learned when times were calmer    
From a lady, Adrienne. On, rain pours    
Visualizing technique, fight eyes shut    
At first tongue in cheek, but it works    
   
Back above neons, windows open as me    
Curtains wafting in street noise freely    
Everything in it's place, mine is here    
Bedside, horizontal gazing at 'PREMIER'    
Hustle. Bustle. Keeps mind decongested    
In New York apartment parents protested    
   
Among the downpour, single tear streams    
Leaking my core. Vertical, gazing about    
Raindrops bombing down on the tin roof    
My shelter, alone, drowns in forest sea    
   
Soon, back, I'll return as New York's king    
In adventure's adjourn of forest's wring