like Willytowne twelve years ago,
before anything was worth anything
and before everyone did everything.
Me.
like Echo Park five years ago,
anonymous and cheap
with good books and bad blues,
before the hipsters headed west
with the tide.
Me?
New York, ten stories tall,
beyond bridges, better than pages,
but still a stupid man.
"Me"
Kansas and Kentucky,
silly poems and sad songs,
love and loss.
More than me!
better than you remember me,
but isn't that just how it always goes,
and dreamers believe memories
while staring at ceilings,
on nights in cool neighborhoods
that I once danced through with another you.