An ancient business,
A modern piece of glass work
Down on the corner that you walk each day in passing,
The elderly sales clerk won't eye us with suspicion,
The whole immortal corporation's given its permission.
A little stairway,
A little piece of carpet,
A pair of mirrors that
Are facing one another
Out in both directions,
A thousand little Julias
That come together
In the middle of Manhattan.
You waited since lunch,
It all comes at once.
Around the corner
The house that modern art built,
I ask for modern art
To keep it out the closets,
The people who might own it,
The sins of pride and envy.
And on the second floor,
The Richard Serra skate park.
You waited since lunch,
It all comes at once.
Sit on the park wall,
Ask all the right questions.
Why are the horses racing taxis in the winter?
Look up at the buildings,
Imagine who might live there,
Imagining your Wolfords in a ball upon the sink there.
You waited since lunch,
It all comes at once.