Los Angeles I Have a Few Questions for You
Why does everyone wear black sun in the evening?
No one wears black jackets in the morning.
You have to take the five, five times to get to the Chinese
joint that's only around the corner from your loft.
Why is there sushi there instead of spicy fried rice?
Why do you need reservations to keep people out?
Why not just tell them to get out. you, get out, you stay.
Where are your holy subways and hot dog stands?
Why is central park a beach?
Is that a nice thing to do to a perfectly
nasty park?
I walk around bleaker street eating a ham and cheese on
rye, with extra mustard and I wonder Los Angeles,
are you're listen to me. I realize I am New York,
and the bum is talking to himself again.
There must be someway to settle this argument,
after all it is you and I that are cities, not in the next farm.
There is a fat guy in a black trench crossing the corner to the subway
sandwich shop, which is never called subway just the deli.
Los-Angeles where do your fat guys eat? Do you have fat Guys?
I just bet you don't. I just bet they move south west when they slim down.
Los-Angeles your not really New York with better weather at all are you?
Whoever said that never ate a decent bagel with lox, or smelled urine
covered flowers, or hailed a sidewalk bistro Cheeseburger
with the Ellis Island ferries chasing him.
Los Angeles, can we sit down for a visit sometime?
I'd like to hash all this out.
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