NYC







I had a dream

Of walking the streets of NYC

Like many times before

I’ve dreamt this

Same dream

But it’s a different NYC

It is my own.

The streets

Are fragments of

My memories

My hopes

And dreams

The streets are a puzzle-map

Of people I once knew

And know

Will know one day

Fruit stands

Attended to

By familiar faces

Road signs

I’ve seen before

Hotel rooms

I dream of

The dragging feeling

Of memories left in

Cigarette pans

That feeling of

Not having enough

Walking through the streets

Of NYC

With an empty wallet

And a man

I only half-know

From long ago

Was I always destined

To be a little destitute?

A little not-enough

A little forgotten

A little needy

If there’s a God up there

He’s certainly

Forgotten me a little

Or halfway

Maybe He’s just

Lost interest

In a thing like me







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