tonight I miss New York
tonight I miss New York
so bad it makes my stomach hurt
I long for it like the tan stuffed dog
I had when I was a little boy
I want to take New York into my arms
pull it tight to my chest
feel the warmth against my skin
tonight I need its hard streets
under these Chinatown boots
the sound of the subway coming up
through the grate in the sidewalk
where the snow doesn’t stick
tonight all I want is to go back there
to remember how the parts of me that stick out
and the parts of me that curve in
fit perfectly into its wild beautiful jigsaw
tonight I want to flee these fucking fields
run from these goddamn hills
back where the trees were planted
where they didn’t just happen
where somebody intended the green
tonight I miss New York
ten years is a very long time
/ / /
Jason Crane
15 February 2015
Oak Street
Image source: Obvious Child
I understand. If you ever need to talk, let me know. Hugs.
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