Bring Back The Beats Of Yesterday

I just felt like describing New York. It's not too good, but I hope you like it.
And I need a catchy title (like the type I usually have) for this poem. Any suggestions would be great. =]
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This metroplex is turning once again from the start,
And there's definately something strange about the beating of its heart.
We'll call it the center, if we have nothing else to say;
The music's rocking our blood cells, turning them every way.

Veins filter with the intentions of a sunset, shining and bright,
But there's nothing compared to New York City's skyline lights.
As we run to the pigment of a bluesy tune, we'll turn our heads
And think about the good times we shared in the heart instead.

Oh, this metroplex is turning into lanes we never knew,
And we'll shrug at the tunnels that rack our brains and chew
What's left of life's lessons to be learned; in our hearts we'll intertwine
And hope for one more night to view the New York City skyline.