I am the NASDAQ and the DOW
I am the Daily News, the New York Times, The Post and Chief
I am the Culver that runs so local
The Q that puts the Express back with your O
I am the three numbers that can whisk you off into the wilderness
That can bring you right back to the chaos
I am the J, M and Z that runs over the Willie
The Parkway that runs as fast as Jackie did back in the day
The Far in Rockaway
The Mott in your Avenue
The channel that's so broad
The Ridgewood's, Glendale's Flushing's
The 120's
The high 50's
Then cross the river to the numbered avenues
and the boulevard of death, yet still so alive
The red that turned to silver in 2000 on the purple
I am that red on red and the red on silver
With that apple
I am that apple
I am the B for your QE
Reminds me of the old QJ that ran back in the day
That same QJ from Jamaica that ran with the K
But not before the L or after the M
and then over the Willie B to the N at that street named after a canal
To the streets where the chambers are me in with a side of Lexington Avenue
I am the Eastern Parkway or Pelham
I am the skip stop for Van Cortlandt
I am the Nassau to the County
The SU that fits so well with the folk
I am the green point
The brownstone
The hook that's painted red
That shade of red
Yup, I'm that red
That red apple