First time in New York, just seventeen
In a motel full of poets, drunks and
Queens. I walk the city streets into the
Night to see Manhattan in the early
Morning light. On the corner of a
Street they laugh and talk, the young
Men watch me coming, block my walk;
They see me slow right down — they
Know I don't belong. Then all at once
… they all break into song.
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