MADELINE, I STRUGGLE
This isn't 34th Street any more,
and you have excelled the perfect
moment. Outside the concert hall
now, the buses are lined up as some
act unloads. Roadies and snipers,
cops and a dog, everywhere. I
liked it better when it was but a
Billy Joel mob and a Post Office
clatter across the avenue. Now
it's nothing but muck and mire.
I tire.
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