i went a walking
down 42nd street
not a smile on anyone
you meet
horns a blowing
times a going slow
in my mind my mind of woe
as sirens stuck in
the fast lane
it always rains
whenever i'm in pain
times square junkies
and window washing
flunkies
trying my patience
vying for my benevolence
rim shots bounce off my
soul
mole after mole after
mole
i wash down the bowery
with a flat beer
hourly
mountains in the distance
sourly
i wish in an instance
i wasn't here
that i was
there
by ritt