"to me, new york was jackson pollock sipping vodka and dripping paint over a raw canvas."
- factory girl

nostalgic for new york of the 1960's
for a time and place and people that i never knew
for a feeling that lingers inside

of youthful courage and ignorance
of heartache in the lonely streets
in the city that never sleeps

feel it walking around strange neighborhoods
that are inexplicably familiar
old buildings housing new thoughts
like a dream that you remember
as it fades away

cigarette smoke on the stoop
dylan in the background
skyscrapers ablaze against the darkness

i will wait for you