The New York City sky tonight was a Turner painting

An English countryside taken from its abode

New York I can’t hold you

Why not

I can’t find the opening

I’m crashing into all of the wrong ends 

Where are you 

New York why can’t I have some of you !

Instead of the romantic notions I keep feeding myself to sustain the dream

A dream of you and me

You looked like a solitary friend to me

Because “if you’re alone, it sure is lonely”

I’ll I think about you when I go home

And cry because I couldn’t understand you

Or any of it at all