Saturday, August 6, 2011


I’ve lived in a flat on Avenue A
With many strangers from faraway lands
Some of them were straight, lesbian, or gay
One worked in casting and one managed bands

We’d crawl the East Village ‘til early dawn
Sit at swank bars like Affaire and Verlaine
Drinking green fairies ‘til the green was gone
Not ending the night before morning came

Our fuddled feet stumbled down city streets
5A for snogging or 7A for food
Alive all night – this city never sleeps
Which fun to partake depends on the mood

Some journeys ended, some still flourish on
Memories will live here long after we’re gone.


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