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Night’s a reckoning but the feeling ain’t leaving me

Stepped to the concrete but got soft feet

Tell me when we leavin? Oh, half past eleven

So when we get there it’ll be half to heaven

Got to the City and the evils been polished well

Glowing lights, amber bright

Since last here everyones given a neutered farewell 

Started the usual, started slow, at the Bowery Grand hotel

But they say, “the slower it starts the faster it caves”. Mental case!

At Katz's hung with the homeless 

As city lights hid-away the dawn,

the subway sung its lullaby song

Never knowing never caring ‘bout the pawns

Like rats always running always hiding their scorn

The lime had the usual friends; Emaciated Fred, Manseye, Wishy, and Tubby Ted, there was Mattress-Back, Shimmers, and of course QAnn

We’ve seen the good and the bad in this empty lot

We had no doubt about life’s clock

Showed-up, held-up, shot-up, through-up, gave-up

Ran-out, fell-out, sold-out, then passed-out (‘bout  half past 10 am)

Awoke in a rent controlled mezuzah post

Loved the host

But she won’t let me go

My fantasies are the color grey

Food at the Surf Haven Motel full pay