Breezy heights lift the underground scoundrel with notes of jazz and volcanic caffeine
fiends everywhere below, anywhere above, addiction as a means to a beginning
liquid cigar on lips propels the express into sobriety of the mind
maybe not
the man that is looking back at the poor lonely boy over the hudson
so vulnerable yet absorbent
so defeated yet resilient
there are voids that will never be filled
how can the parentless parent themselves?
by avoiding parasites and loving oneself
tuning your own strings
writing your own music
telling your own tale
I see his reflection waving from blvd east
that little fiend of a boy who became addicted to the right things
o how you’ve reached over the river…