she sat there like a photographof someone much further awaywe shared a brief bus stopon one of those inbetween daysshe gave me her smileand I looked underneathat the lipstick on her teeth she asked me for a lightand if I thought her hair looked okaywe grew out of the small talkinto stuff strangers just don’t
tending the garden of noisewhen I grow the trafficand the churchbellsand the neighborhood boyssinging to myselfas the solitude sets inin tune with the symphonyof south brooklynI sing rockabye, rockabye babyrockabye, the baby that is merockabye, rockabye babyrockabye til I’m fast asleep the tunnel is train tornthe tracks are worn and soreI can feel the rattleriding
you are subtle as a window panestanding in my viewbut I will wait for it to rainso that I can see youyou call me up at nightwhen there’s no light passing throughand you think that I don’t understandbut I do we don’t say everything that we couldso that we can say lateroh, you misunderstoodI hold
deathhas been your loverhe has brought youthe edges of your lifeand now you are looking overand all we can say isit’s gonna be all rightand I am looking forwardto looking back on these dayswhen on every cornersomeone holds a signthat says I’m homelessI’m hungry andI have AIDS how will they define our generationin the coming
she says forget what you have to dopretend there is nothingoutside this roomand like an idea she came to mebut she came too lateor maybe too soonI said please try not to love meclose your eyes, I’m turning on the lightyou know I have no vacancyand it’s awfully cold outside tonight the rain stains the
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