I GO FOR CRAZY BROKE
This gate is past the point of entry
and I know you shall probably not
let me in. Shibboleth, unknown;
I know I can stand rejection.
The tables are turning slowly, here
on Fulton Street. The light of day
will bring us to ice - sooner or later.
You are standing by the window
making coffee - all just as you said.
You should know ( I forget to mention),
that there's a certain sort of daytime light
that filters right through the cloth you're
wearing. Shibboleth, unknown again.