YOU IN YOUR COAT
  WRITING A NOTE,
  "DEAR SAL, I HOPE YOU'LL AGREE..."
    THEN CATCHING A BUS,
  JUST AFTER DUSK,
  A ONE WAY TRIP TO THE CITY.
    A COLD WATER FLAT.
  A HOT PLATE,
  A HAT.
  THE WANT ADS ARE STREWN ON THE FLOOR.
  AND YOU GET SO MAD, WHEN YOUR MA AND DAD
  REFLECT WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR.
    BUT I SEE YOU THERE
  NUDE AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS
  (BUT SO FAR AWAY)
  AND I RECALL ALL
  YOUR DREAMS AND YOUR SCHEMES
  MOVING ME.
  THE PLANS THAT WE MADE,
  A STREET SERENADE
    YOU CAN'T BE LIKE YOUR BROTHER AND MIKE,
  CONTENT JUST TO LIVE AND GET BY.
  I HOPE THAT YOUR FINE,
  AT 13TH AND 9.
  WAXING OR WANING?
  YOUR CALL.
    BUT I SEE YOU THERE
  ALIGHT AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS
  BUT SO FAR AWAY
  AND I RECALL ALL YOUR
  HANDS AND YOUR PLANS MOVING ME
  THE SENSE THAT IT MADE
  A STREET SERENADE.