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!
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