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The New York Goodbye

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My feet rub salt into the cracked sidewalk
As the Hudson River swallows the sun
Streetwalks become the prey of the lustful
I'll buy a pack of cigarettes from the deli
Across the street, I'll walk under dim lights
Catching the watchful eye of each stranger
Back in my loft on 5th, I'll sit by the window
Eyes glazing over empty streets and dark corners
You said you would be home by 11
The clock reads 1:17 in the darkness
My leather jacket smells of smoke and your cologne
When I awake to the afternoon sun
There's a note tucked under the pillow
And your keys on the dresser
"I used up the last of the coffee"



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