Lyrics
Heading west on 8th street
couldn’t sleep this morning
good-bye kiss under covers
Sun and cold the antidote
for a first-light hangover
and greenline trip uptown.
The junkies’ lean-to’s
camouflaged a virgin white
under crystal-lattice trees.
Last night’s snow covering
Tompkins square
perfect as a circle.
No foot print in the snow
cracking the thin crust of this start
and stillness of the spell,
Not even a taxi moving
only manhole steam
lolling down and 6th and A
Polishing a turd
when life hands you a lemon;
all the imperfections
hidden under skin.
The best thing about breaking up
is getting back together,
I can barely walk this morning.
