Some Daze

Somedays, somedays, somedays, 

when you think maybe you'll move to a nice 

New Jersey suburb and start reading Better Homes & Gardens,

and have dinner on the table by 6.

When you think maybe you'll move back to where

everybody knows your name and 

the summers are warm and sandy and

you used to be somebody.

Or maybe you'll enroll in art school and 

trek off to live under the Tuscan sun for six months, 

and cast off all that dead weight you've been

dragging around year after year after year...

Or marry someone rich and handsome

who begs you to quit that second job and 

let him take you away from it all

to a well heeled Upper West Side apartment with original architecture...

Somedays, somedays, somedays, 

when you're lurking on the edge of another birthday

and trying to figure out where you'd like to wind up

as we spin silently through space.

Somedays, these days, summer, sunny, sundays..

Someday, somewhere, someone, some way, Sondheim, Somedays...

Some daze. 

The Trend of Living

Doesn't matter where you go, or who you're there with.

You set up shop in one place long enough, you notice the pattern.

The Trend of Living. 

We're all out with our battalions on Friday night,

spending our pennies, buying back freedom, drinking salvation, 

Stumbling home on our trail of bread crumbs.

 

We hate our jobs. We dream of bigger and better with an order of babies on the side.

We dream of weddings and runaway brides

and beaches, and far away islands.

We crave a kickback vacation, 

a do-nothing escape from our daily hum drum

Something more exotic than grocery shopping and lawn mowing and paycheck collecting

Far away, I am somewhere else, 

doing exactly the same thing.

Peering over the rim of my coffee cup into the distant future, where I am rich and tan and lazy.

From across my day dream, 

I'm pretty sure I can see you in the distance, 

Far away, somewhere else, doing exactly the same thing.

Everything (You Want)

It's another Rainy April Monday

and I've been working like a slave for weeks.

I just keep wanting things I can't have.

All this wanting is no good.

And then I get this bitter taste in my gut

when I start thinking about all the fun I should be having.

I want to be young and silly.

...I am young and silly.

Today's a day for punching ex-boyfriends in the face

even though it's long been over

and burning bridal magazines

and telling parents their children are ugly harbingers of disease.

Today is a day made of kicking puddles and

the dirty looks of a malcontent like me

and more strange dreams of

a strange life I don't recognize.

It's another Rainy April Monday

and I'm a slave to all the things I want

that I don't have

and that's everything.

Lilacs & Sunscreen

Somebody this morning on the train, 

sat somewhere near by 

and I

could smell the smell of lilacs

while I was staring at the sky

Out the window, it was blue

the sun was yellow and I was mellow

and humming 

Joni Mitchell to myself,

thinking about how summer's coming

And I could feel the sand under my feet 

and hear the ocean churrning

I could feel my pale skin

Burning, burning

under all that light...

Uptown; This Time Last Year

To Harlem, With Love-

This time last year,
Uptown,
I had an apartment that was small and
didn't really belong to me and
I loved it.




Walking across the Madison Avenue Bridge
in the New York City Summer Heat,

Listening to the thunderstorms roll up the island.

Stealing wireless from out of thin air to fuel the
beginnings of my Pandora love-affair,
running from rehearsal to rehearsal to rehearsal and
working 3 days a week.

We rode the bus one morning,

hungover and in matching ensembles

with my dog in a bag,

and thanked God for Greek diners.

You left your shoes in the middle of my floor

and your reflection in my mirror.

Now, back on the tree-lined streets of Suburbia,

I miss the sunlight on the East River.

I miss Kennedy's Fried Chicken at 2 am, 

and the obnoxious smell of burnt death 

escaping from the apartment across the hall.

New York.

You Know.

I Need You.