You in your coat

Writing a note,

"Dear Sal, I hope you'll agree..."

Then catching a bus,

Just after dusk,

A one way trip to the city.

A cold water flat.

A hot plate,

A hat.

The want ads are strewn on the floor.

And you get so mad, when your ma and dad

Reflect when you look in the mirror.

But I see you there

Nude at the top of the stairs

(but so far away)

And I recall all

Your dreams and your schemes

Moving me.

The plans that we made,

A street serenade

You can't be like your brother and mike,

Content just to live and get by.

I hope that your fine,

At 13th and 9.

Waxing or waning?

Your call.

But I see you there

A light at the top of the stairs

But so far away

And I recall all your

Hands and your plans moving me

The sense that it made

A street serenade