A poem I wrote last night.

Oh how I missed thee,
Oh buildings of grey
I found in my absence,
That I need you, nay

Not for you air of depressedness and woe,
Nor the sound of snare and tin that which you flow,
Nor the way you fill me with ironic glee,
Of seeing people drudge, unmerrily

But the way you inspire
A writer's inner mind
To put pen to paper
And further define

Your virtues and features
Oh the way that you do
But I find
My one trick pony
Hath been turned into glue.