“Denim shirt
and your Levi’s,
it’s 8 am and
I’m missing you.

Cowboy boots
on a New York
subway car,
findin’ where
I’m getting to.

Blues songs
on the corner,
taxis on the
street never
just passing
through.

Tuesday morning
coffee shop line,
it’s 10 am
you’re on my mind.

Tourists in the
streets stop
to see the
view, Lady
Liberty never
looked so kind.

Penthouse
all night party
pouring over
into the day,
trumpet player
plays so fine.

12 o’clock noon,
I stayed up
too late, laughing
over politics.

Bodega thank
yous and goodbyes,
radio only ever
plays their
song from
1986.

Late nights
prolonged by l
ights too bright,
walking out
if the weather
permits.

It was 2 am
when you said
I was a true
Troubadour.
It was 2 am
when I left
New York.
It was 2 am
when I promised
you—
forevermore.”