What I Hear

I'm at LaGuardia Community College, Long Island City. I stand outside the corner of the C Building on Thompson Avenue under the sidewalk scaffolds. The cars drive past and make turn. I recognize the revving. It's like it grunts. The sirens of a police car speeding past and honking. This section isn't offering a lot of variety so I walk down the block. I hear more conversations from two older men. I don't stick around long enough to hear them. I cross the street and take a left turn. I walk past a food truck, America's best chicken tenders. It plays some music, sounds early 2000. Past that I sit on the bench across a food cart. The smaller engine rickets and sounds like it's dying. The wheels on the ground, the engine and items bounce up and down. More people talking. Someone says they'll take a picture of the Empire State Building. Overhead is helicopter flies over. Something exciting. On my way back, I go a different way. There's construction site. No machinery noises. I hear stacking of wood. Wood has more distinctive and not the same as metal. I walk under different scaffolding and there are students under there. I walk past them and one says it's okay. The city symphony is made up cars(everything about cars from engines, wheels, honking, sirens), music from cars or trucks that blast outloud, the whirls of flying vehicles and people talking to eachother. It helps me understand the time of day because this is a busy time of day. People talking isn't as loud as the cars. Cars drown out everything.