Classic NYC Story

The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return…

2 – Envy. Seven things you lack and covet.
-My own apartment/condo/studio
-The ability to play the guitar
-Money (though I’m working on it)
-Free time (see former)

…He invoked a Classic who sought out swing sets at ridiculous hours of the morning even if they were in project-housing playgrounds (I was every bit of naive back then) and swung back and forth giddily like a schoolgirl as though nothing could ever go wrong with the world. Needless to say, I don’t do this anymore, and it’s been literally years since I found myself on a swing set in the projects or anywhere else.

And every time it carries me
it carries me so far and so fast
that I don’t know where I am

Though I was geographically ahead of him, we both reached for the door at the same time, and I realized he wanted to open it for me. I retracted my hand and allowed him to do this. He opened every door for me all the way to the store, and then all the way back to the stage.

Don’t you know you’re so beautiful… I want to give all my love to you…

I’m calling him “Blue Bass” because we were on the high school jazz band together about a million years ago. He was always the best bass player on the band, even though he played electric and not upright. His bass was a bright, distinctive, almost iridescent, shocking blue.

Where am I walking to after all?
Uptown or downtown
or crosstown
or slantways
Brooklyn loops on the Bronx eventually
doesn’t it?

I’m tired now. I spent all day working on a project because it was interesting to me. I got quite a bit of work done on it, too. Unfortunately, this was to the detriment of other projects which are not quite as interesting to me but which are much more pressing. It annoys me that [...]

The touch of your hand is like heaven
A heaven that I’ve never known
The blush on your cheek whenever I speak
Tells me that you are my own…