You In Your Coat
Writing A Note,
"dear Sal, I Hope You'll Agree..."

Then Catching A Bus,
Just After Dusk,
A One Way Trip To The City.

A Cold Water Flat.
A Hot Plate,
A Hat.
The Want Ads Are Strewn On The Floor.
And You Get So Mad, When Your Ma And Dad
Reflect When You Look In The Mirror.

But I See You There
Nude At The Top Of The Stairs
(but So Far Away)
And I Recall All
Your Dreams And Your Schemes
Moving Me.
The Plans That We Made,
A Street Serenade

You Can't Be Like Your Brother And Mike,
Content Just To Live And Get By.
I Hope That Your Fine,
At 13th And 9.
Waxing Or Waning?
Your Call.

But I See You There
Alight At The Top Of The Stairs
But So Far Away
And I Recall All Your
Hands And Your Plans Moving Me
The Sense That It Made
A Street Serenade.