Poem For Laura Nyro

you were haunting, elusive, bitter, sweet your hair was long, dark, lost, lonely you sang the scars of the streets And when I die... New York tendaberry… and the past is a blue note I wanted to embrace you as I drowned in your lovely soulful primal songs Spring whispered in her ear… upstairs by a China lamp La la la la la la you welcomed me to the nocturnal chaos of a vibrant, tormented, joyous city Bleed a little…Til your freedom calls you You found the system and you lost the pearl I’m just a child of the universe and now you’re gone but your music lives on