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Dec 2014
Baby found
a sort of sense, then
headed east
at her own expense.
And when she writes,
she's doing well.
New Yorkโ€™s fine,
at least for now.

the City lights
tripped and fell
into the needles eye
upon the liqueur shelf.

I hope you don't
still hang around
all that bad blood.
but if you need
some kind of proof
would it be all right
to come visit you,
some time?

She works alone
sun or rain.
The piano broke
my sweet Renee.
She never drinks alone
from her window sill,
thoughts racing
but lonesome still

the crystal pines,
she fills the glass.
her songs are pure,
if not a little overcast.

I hope you don't
still toss at night
you're beautiful at least
in someone's eyes.
If you need
some kind of proof
would it be all right
to come visit you
sometime?

She talks in rhyme
when cinchingย ย her belt.
Says, "New Yorkโ€™s fine
if you're someone else."
Lyrics to a song I wrote
Jory
Written by
Jory  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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