All those nights
Aged 14, 13
Under covers in a room
In Sussex
A cassette player thumbing the time
Planning an escape to
The New Jersey Turnpike
I kept a bag packed -
Who’d have guessed
I’d be here, old,
Looking out a window
From the 14th floor
Over Manhattan
Nurses filling the room
Lost
Your Dad dying
Your Mum changing the subject -
'That’s the bridge', she said,
'In the 59th Street Bridge Song'.
Not one of us feeling groovy.
