this one’s for new york city and the rolling bitumen

beneath my feet on meserole street

the soggy subway cars that inject you

into the city and hide you momentarily beneath

the earth’s crust

this one’s for the guy on the corner deli

who once put chicken in my blt but its

okay because he asks me how you

doing sweety where you been that’s three dollars

this one’s for the exaggeration, hyperbole,

overreaction that is inherent everywhere-

on prince and broadway, bedford and 6th,

houston and lafayette,

this one’s for the friends that call me,

for the friends that don’t, the friends that will

and the ones that won’t

for the three-legged dog that doesn’t quit:

this one’s for you