i saw you on the windowsill
big dumb eyes
like black skies
you didn't know where you were going
sitting on the edge of night
holding your skinny flashlight
straining to see a friendly face
on the television screen
making the New York scene
or making out
without a shadow of the doubt
with a shifting wind stirring your hair
you moved to the last velvet chair
to find a dime
but you were running out of time
to make a splash
all the other seats were taken.
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