MOMA

One way or another

I’m gonna get ya, get ya, get ya

to the city that never smiles

big yellow taxis

arguements at tribeca and

crashing at the Pennsylvania

across from the Garden.

Think of blowing my mind

as we walk and walk

vodka and pink lemonade in hand

across from Brooklyn

to the Towers that vanished

from the eye line.

She buys me a cool tee shirt

in return for a couple of beers

in the Village of lost souls.

Take a boat ride in the park

staring at the outside of the Dakota with a tear

hearing her say I’m not enough for her

Strawberry Fields

forever.

I laugh a little, cry

at the dead body on the sidewalk

and think of home

which you don’t get anywhere else.

 

© Ash Cheyne 2017

 

Daily Word Prompt – One Way.

 

 

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