Letter From New York

Pin your name onto my sweater

Walk with me to the launderette

We'll watch my socks play tag together

Hear the buttons sing, see the moons ascend

I'll say your hair has grown much longer

But I think you should keep it that way

Oh, it's so fine here in September

When the river's red and the sky is dove gray

Two dollar psychic around my corner

I'll say, "Did you see me coming?"

But I guess she's heard that one before

And in her deck there lives a viper

And a prince with lions and unshed troubles at his door

And I've known death, it's a foreign country

It left me breathless, it left me rich and made me poor

And I have made myself an island

But I don't mind if you come ashore

And here is my letter like I promised

From New York