Ocean's night waves bathed

in moonlight crash and call "come 

to me, come to me" 

I walked down Seventh

Avenue towards the smoke and 

stench that sad morning 

Unfurl your fingers 

and take my hand since with a 

clenched fist you will fall 

They've got me picking 

the bones like a vulture that's

half-starved and hangry 

She thought Hollywood 

would come calling but she's 

still just a waitress 

The cricket's chirp is 

on the wing as summer fades 

and autumn draws near

Filigrees of flame

dance across the water's face

just before sunset