ridden the worried days
gone cold,
and the next will be happy warm,
Thursday, doubtless.
New York is a small town
that can't make up
its weathered mind
in this here Spring Time.
hounding the fox
walking in the door after works of art,
we thought it was G-and-T season,
but it is still warm beers in a cold kitchen.
rumbled the day away
chores in cold bent Brooklyn,
rabbit stew made with the blood,
Union Square, and I'm in love.
grab my green gloves
and feel the wind on the beach of my eyes,
easy east, I can feel your touch,
therefor, Tuesday, I open the champagne with a hammer.
gone cold,
and the next will be happy warm,
Thursday, doubtless.
New York is a small town
that can't make up
its weathered mind
in this here Spring Time.
hounding the fox
walking in the door after works of art,
we thought it was G-and-T season,
but it is still warm beers in a cold kitchen.
rumbled the day away
chores in cold bent Brooklyn,
rabbit stew made with the blood,
Union Square, and I'm in love.
grab my green gloves
and feel the wind on the beach of my eyes,
easy east, I can feel your touch,
therefor, Tuesday, I open the champagne with a hammer.