I have been there
Didn’t I just go on and on
About Monet’s painting
In the Museum Of Modern Art
The hairs on my neck bristling
From quite a distance away
Before hiding my head in the footwell
As we drove through the Bronx
Also
The abject change of lifestyle
Across the traffic lights
Of Fifth Avenue
Oh and don’t let me forget
That bookshop in Santa Monica
Where I bought Calvino’s Invisible Cities
Along with postcards to write if not post
