Where are those nights
when we picked our teeth with
when New York clinked like
and San Francisco held epiphanies
Iíve had to catalogue my days in
for strangers who never seemed to
the sum always came out odd.
And I glued defensive postures
to hold my shoulders up.
The promises we made ourselves
turned sour or fell from grace or
just too damned hard.
Sometimes simply walking
took all the energy I had.
weigh the money and production,
put the babies on the scales, but
are the only magic left in town.