Last night i dreamt that i was you. i was dressed all in black with dark glasses and attitude.
Such a pose i could simply not hold through days in a northern town that i had once called a home.
Your studies for fringe new york streets... i was reading the pavement in every work you would speak.
To a "brownstone up three flights of stairs" and it's on...
Buying drinks for the poets upstate, this southern corrupting towed you down the interstate,
And they all said that you were