The jazz-era piece is just over sixteen minutes long and if you walk quickly enough, you can make it just past the second tower of the [bridge], halfway down the remaining walkway as it descends towards City Hall, before the music reaches its final crescendo. ... As I did the walk, somehow my eyes were directed by the music to see the things that fit each movement of the song. The traffic crawling across the bridge below the walkway. My first glimpse of the Empire State Building, which rises as if at the top of a hill in Midtown. A straight on view of the mathematically symetrical cables and brick towers of the bridge itself. I felt like I was living the opening scene of Woody Allen's Manhattan, only in vibrant color and surrounded by a cast of thousands.Is this a great city or what?
¶ Rhapsody in Transit Strike Blues [PlanetGordon, via Gothamist]