New York

The ever changing city 
with buildings never too tall
unchanged in my heart,
my home away from it all
Watching from a windows sill
The clock never stands still

Radiators and forgotten wood floors
Water towers, bodegas and five-Os

Mrs. Brod and the Dewars on the rock 
Sullivan Street and Bleecker Bob 

28th street between 3rd and Lex
a roach, first on my face, then on the leg
First and Avenue A, the drug dealers below
Four corners for the most real reality show
Sunday nights at the Rock'n'Roll Church
The Magickal Childe, my store, your dirge
The pimps, the hookers and the Park Ave stiffs

Larry, Jay, and CBGB's most violent riffs
Roger and Neal, Kenny 
with his ring
and our first was with Burger King
Long Island, the ocean and the many fools
It may not be for you without the right tools
Sandra and the kids

the best of me, of everything I did
The divorce the end of my life

an epitaph written with a knife
Phil, the Marshall and the white guitar
The sounds of a finely aged rock star
The dungeon, the many stories told 
with important truths to behold
Alan an amazing soul never seen before
a dearest friend but truly so much more

Debora and the unit my last true love
whom will always be the first to know
Nello, motorcycles, whiskey and killer bees
A friend with a heart big as the seven seas
Nine Eleven, thousands souls and beyond
forged my New York eternal bond