Third Avenue

I’ve got late night blues
in high-heel shoes
tripping down
Third Avenue
It’s a cryin’ shame
we’ve played this game
too long to know
what the pieces do
Never thought the lights would fade
and dim to grim
violet brocade
to imitate velvet or suede
is almost just as overplayed
as morning music or traffic news

As radio tuners repeat and scatter
“How many times can I break ‘til I shatter?”
my heart races faster
then hardens to plaster
doubled over in pain
this night’s a disaster
So I’ll try to go back
to add and subtract
but not alter fact
or play up an act
of another intention
or failure to mention
the awkward suspension
of love’s intervention
in limbo where lost souls
play tug of war with black holes
and catch with anti-matter

Do you know what it is, what it is that we do
we fall for the worst of the worst of the few
we believe could be good, but are lost and are blue
Do you know what it is that we do

Stumble forward, break my fall
on cold cement or red brick wall
and not one eye directs its gaze
Sometimes feel like I’m one inch tall

Do you know what it is, what it is that we do
we fall for the worst of the worst of the few
in hope of the best, we are stupid, it’s true
Do you know what it is, what it is that we do

Do you know what it is that we do?

NS ‘09