New York Minute

Do you remember winter mornings reminiscing summer Touches? I did my hair up real pretty. You said, "Baby, you are more beautiful than anyone Else I ever did see." Though I'm lonely now I'm okay, I say it To myself. Keep that song we heard in Harlem Replaying to myself. Vowels hit the valves, exfoliate the buildup. Born on Brighton Beach where we'd smoke each other's Silk 'cause you had that Williamsburg style, Empire States of mind. I had that Broadway smile, no paper left to Grind. Then the districts hailed me, You thought you had failed me. The only thing you failed was to notice you'd Derailed me. And it was all over in a New York minute. I backpacked down the sidewalk with that new horn Hidden in the Brooklyn Heights that never felt so Low. I was angry at your choice, But I'd already dealt the blow. And it was all gone in a New York Minute. You retraced your steps to before you were Bitten by the Brooklyn Heights that never felt so Cold. You were confused by my hand, But I'd already folded. Do you remember winter evenings recollecting spring Dances? I slipped my satin boots on, Burning down bodegas, short-circuiting our youth, And then we'd head home. I'd imagine you with robes off, Although I still do, I don't fall to knees With pleasure. Yet that heat of Hell's Kitchen won't Compare to you and never. Those memories follow me like Central Park eyes Withholding all the factors, detrimental sparks. High regrets constellate unspoken syllables. Three words stutter when we ran out of miracles. You St. Patrick confessions, that Rockefeller Stance. I Guggenheim expressions with that Coney Island dance. Oh, and it was put to rest in a New York minute. I was sidestepping questions hoping I could be Forgiven. In the Upper East Side that never felt So bleak. You were taking back your hands, I was already out of reach. And it was all discarded in a New York Minute. You were mapping out scars, I was searching for a living. In the Upper East Side that never felt so Deep. You were trying to say goodbye, But there was nothing left to keep. Do you remember winter nights when I got a Yellow cab to see your Hudson flows? I'd come to fill the blanks. We held hands tight 'cause we knew the fuse Blew quite a while back now. Then you left me on the bank. You said, "Do you need some money to get Back home?" I said, "No, no, I can do It on my own." But I never did. No, I broke in Times Square, surrounded by the Hustle. I had never been more scared. Oh, all our dreams had shattered in a New York minute. We were subway lovers who got lost Inside the pivot of the Grand Central rush that Never fails to wound. I saw you laying all these flowers, I directed all the tunes. And even after the hurt, I don't review the Misery. I see past the worst to the Statue Of Liberty. I recall your image, I recall the winter. I can't believe I lost it in a New York City minute