Cherry Radio - Mint Julep

This is the break that we wanted

Not coming back to this broken house

The black sea from the Bowery

Is growing old

The city, and this dead scene and my cherry radio.

From the light of the wings and the silver spurs

Comes a letter to the coast from your worn out daughter

Spinning as I’m watching how they come and go

All the stories of the south trees and the north lights afterglow.

Photographs of the city break into my head

With all the things you said

Photographs of the change that takes me away

From all the things you say