Song for Surgeons

I wake up and their eyes are made of stars The city sings and the street names speak Everything changes completely And the doubt disappears Blue outlines they shimmer in the edges of a glance Traffic lights and sirens form in melody and time No one's forced to feel one way but no one's out of line Westminster and Matthewson and Washington are mine Doctor wakes me up and tells me the surgery went fine Broadway and Empire are there for my down time