Paper Airplanes
With “no entry” scrawled across the back door to your Lower East Side heart, you kept me in suspense
I’ve been stumbling into a lot of velvet ropes lately, don’t I look old enough to you?
The roller coaster drop in my stomach when I realized that this line I’ve been waiting on leads to a dead end took me by surprise
Even as my world fell on its side, all I could think about was how your eyes were nice and all, but it was really your madness I got lost in
So if you change your mind, you know where to find me, where I’ve always been
Sending off paper airplanes that will never find their destinations
I’m not scared of the sky, love, just wary
On the days that the fog just won’t clear I leave my house with both sunglasses and an umbrella
Overheard at Washington Square Park
Man #1: Archie, you look better than ya did yesterday!
Man #2: I wasn’t here yesterday!
Man #1: Well maybe that’s why ya look so good!
The City that can Only Sleep Sometimes
My tired city with its screeching trains, it sleeps alone
City of smokers and sleepwalkers
Insomniacs and daydreamers
Night owls and early birds that don’t get the worm
A drunk man at the Bleecker Street train station, circa 11:00pm:
“I met God at a bar down in San Fran one time
He tried to kiss me on the lips but I threw him down
I got better things to do”
