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LES Morning Twilight

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The Rat

Naked

Gwen

Sitting at the
Bar at KGB #13

Sitting at the
Bar at KGB #32

LES Morning Twilight

It's overcast
And there's some kind of long ship
Heading down the East River

I watch it 
From the rooftop of Henry street
I hear a fog horn
Or maybe I imagine I heard it

She's up now
And she's up here with me
In her bare feet
And wearing 
A white shirt and a cigarette

She tries to smile
But she's got a tear in her eye
Pulling her corners
Down to a frown

That goddamn tear
Always there
Hanging on
But it never falls
I don't think 
I'd recognize her without it

We met in a bathtub
Behind a doorway of beads
I watched her
From the other side
As she scrubbed
Magic marker tattoos
Off her heroin arms

She had a subway map
Up there
On her bathroom wall
Covered
In love letters
To Lou Reed
Written in purple ink

The screech of steel in the distance
Maybe it's the JMZ train
Or a jazz sax

It smells like thunderstorms
And she wants me to come back to bed
To hold her while her heartbreak skips a beat

But I hear the street cleaners out
And, this time
It's not my imagination

It's now day break
And it's too late for bed
As the street cleanser chase
The morning twilight away