Where Am I?

Zero visibility in Downtown New York rain slanting sideways, tourists on a death mission to disembark like an aluminous street ballad on the march walking amongst the traffic to ascertain "where am I? " "Where do I go from here? " Please, please, can you direct me, dear? "Look, lady, let me make myself clear it isn't safe to stand around here. Please sir, Please sir, can you direct me- to the Waldorf-Astoria, I came out for a walk. My daughter, she'll be worried about where I am at. I don't mean to bother you, sir, but I'm lost. Lady gets inside the back seat; you're the boss.