Misty Memories of a New York Youth

Thinking of my youth when we rode around in a light green VW beetle Listening to Stevie Winwood and the boys sing John Barleycorn Soon enough my friends scattered Some gone down South Some out to L.A. Some upstate No more basketball No more all night parties like the one we had when the Fillmore East closed Winter has morphed into spring Soon hot summer bringing Coney Island nights and Riis Park beach days Now I live on the Lower East Side New friends, maybe new lovers in the offing Fall will soon arrive with the High Holidays I'm still here!