I had none of that trap
Only two suits and a notebook
And a splintered toilet bowl
And a rattling whistle
Of the New York street wind
It was everything I wanted
The grease tasted like gravy
And the girls were all geniuses
Cupping their empty hands
I seemed to them kingly
An old world tycoon
A stranger to each at every moment
And I felt my weight
Shaking the cobblestones
As they whispered to the earth
Here is a great man
It was raining when I called
With a note from a friend
And a few old things
I'd been showing around.
Her curtains were clean,
They brushed the wooden floor
And the afternoon waned
As we drank to the city,
Our mutual lover.
When the sun filtered through
The cracked western window
It caught in her hair
As she paced, straight backed,
Laughing like a lioness at lunch
Her eyes two blue roses
In a gray tangled wood.
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