I wash sinks and sheets,
and I wanna get back
to New York
just for you.
to the piano past,
my blood is too thick
for Florida;
I am always pouring sweat.
She and I are
birthday twins,
sharing the 26th
of October,
because all the good gals
are borne of Autumn.
I haven't laid
my head
on my own pillow
in so long,
might have to get a new one.
might have to get a new one.
welcome to the hotel
in Illinois or Montreal,
they can hear the train
and wonder where
it's going in dancing scribble
spin-her-round rest Tuesday morning.
this is where all the pain
follows the lady
in waiting,
for elbow laughter in a heart
not alone
anymore.