New York This Morning

I wish i was in NY this morning sitting all alone
the sun on central park in my eyes
and the pigeons on a savings and loan.
I wish in was in NY this morning drinking from a paper cup.
robusta beans and fashion magazines
and people everytime you look up. I’d go right out tonight.
I’d probably take the bus right down to St. Patricks Cathedral
and light a candle for us.
Well i never thought we’d build our love of rags and bones and nails,
i know sometimes my words come out like empty shotgun shells.
But i shave my face step over the laundry in the stairs. it’s that time of year,
for watching comets in the air.
I wish i was in NY this morning sitting all by myself in the land where father
and son relations just deepen like a coastal shelf. I’d go right out tonight.
I’d probably take the bus right down to St. Patricks Cathedral and light a
candle for us.
I know everybody’s looking for something. a piston’s holding out for a spark.
but i’m not waiting on nothing if i’m walking the sidewalks after dark.
I wish i was in NY this morning sitting all alone
the sun on central park in my eyes
and the pigeons on a savings and loan.