The insatiable city slowly swallows
The bits of bagels baked at dawn,
Soon will follow the hollow soul of
The one I have become.
Greedy faces, shopping at Macy’s,
Your laughter is a phony cough!
This never changes – the awkward phrases
Upon my tongue when I’m in love.
New York’s loving when everyone’s crawling
At her long legs for a dime,
The north wind blowing, fiercely howling,
For love this city’s got no time.
The Bronx or Brooklyn – the north wind’s ruling,
Smoking weed is still a crime,
My southern heart is quickly cooling
Without love, without a rhyme.