I used to sit somewhere 'round here
Aleph space,
Dreams formed, clear
Park bench, velvet seats
Impossible to erase
Grasping for any free nibbly treats,
Warmth from the streets
And a lil' bit of grace.
Here I planted solid roots,
When lost in clouds of Prada boots
Above all the hype and circumstance
Where my mates, would tap toes, and sing and dance.
Broadway babies, eight times a week.
Me, a newbie, king of the street.
in Gucci armor, I'd recluse
Watch all my shows, rhythm and blues.
The globes, the oscars
A Nannie named Fran,
Id sit way up there,
Above crazy land;
Times square, down below
I found a certain kind of flow,
A sacrifice here,
ten dollars for a martini;
Was worth a lot of cheer.
The Aleph
A vortex of memories,
Creative liberties,
New folks met,
Some I regret,
Though most
From the tree
Of life.
Giving me light,
To help my leaves
Shine,
Giving me support
To turn water into wine.
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