about to go skate in Manhattan,
because the smoke has thinned,
and I only have 72 hours here (home).
before heading back to Nashville
for some comedienne,
and the it's off to Florida
to be a decent dad again.
maybe I will drop some advanced copies
of the new book at Strand,
and then eat some streetmeat
on a beloved bench in Union Square.
the Yankees are playing the Mets,
a subway series, but I can't go,
and they head to Boston this weekend,
away, just the same as me.
but I will soak it up while I can,
hang with Franco and Eric,
before heading off like an ex-lover,
to look for forever, for now.