New York moments

(Prompt today was to write a city poem. Having lived in New York -- rural New York -- for four years now, I find myself referring to The City a lot. So this is about The City and the place where I live, and how they each love speed, in different ways.)

People from the city won't drive fast
on the country roads, where the speed limit says 45
but everyone goes about 60
until you hit the curve and have to brake

People from the city will walk fast
on moving stairwells, where there is no well marked sign
but everyone knows you're supposed
to stay right when standing, and left when walking.