Alicia Keys’ chorus sounds
out of key as the pizza
grease tastes stale.

Subway rides take longer
and the homeless smell
homesick as you.

Dreams are now what you wish
for, but your neighbors and
thin walls keep you from them.

Those other dreams that
made you move; you wait
in line for them like it’s

Katz Deli but you are al-
ways a few dollars short
if you even get there.

New York, you’re now an
island with trains and I’m
a boy wanting to grow up.

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