No flying robot to be seen, so……
Oh, Manhattan, I’m in love with you-
your sweat rising through the subway grates
in its pungent musk;
your freaks, your art.
I, too, am a freak-
I, too, will roam through stations of the metro,
eyeing the rats,
and wander home - late even for you,
with dirty shoes and empty pockets.
“New York City you're so big and tough.
My pistols are loaded, I feel rough.
Well. we've heard of your punks and high heeled steppers.
We're bad southern boys and don't you forget us.”
Molly Hatchet
2 opmerkingen:
“Heard about them massages, and all those dirty shows
I read somewhere some places never close
While we waste time on yokels, comin' through the door
Big Apple dreamin' on a wooden floor”
net als Heinrich Heine:...
"Woman is at once apple and serpent."
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