Metro Snow Globe Madness

It's snowing to a fare-thee-well outside.

A New York City Blizzard. 

MetroWinterWonderLand.

Concrete Tundra of the Tri-State Area,

and we, All-Weather-Women, 

are out in our Nanook of the North finest.

I wear stripes in snow storms,
And tall rubber boots.
But I saw some women on the subway
in their patent leather heels,
and furs, and labels, still strutting their stuff
on the biggest runway of the world.
A New York City Blizzard,
and everyone was looking.

We are out there!
Lonely Soldiers of the Frozen
waiting for The Iron Horse Cavalries
and their electric shoe gallop.

We, brave and bold and glorious snow-bunny souls, 

we are out there in THIS!
A knee high drifting, corner jumping,
slush throwing, combustion driven world...

A New York City Blizzard.